While I was in the States I had this thought that wasn’t so new to me. For the past year or so, the reality, gravity, and total depravity of my sin has been all the more apparent in my life. About a week ago, while praying, I just had to confess, “Lord, I’m sorry that I’m a professional sinner.”
There are a few things that I can do well. There are even fewer that I do exceptionally well. There’s one ginormous thing that I do perfectly: sin. In thought, word, deed, intention, and motive, I’m an all-star sinner.
It’s not something to be proud of or laugh about. It’s a disease that everyone is born with. And if you are saved by grace, you should be overjoyed to confess with Paul who said, “The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost” (1 Tim. 1:15).
Praise God that he sent his Son to save the worst, most vile, in order that that we might be more conformed to his image. Praise God that though I am unworthy and filthy, it seemed good in his sight to make me new — to make me a saint — in order that he might be glorified and I might receive the joy.