I Still Need to Be Saved

  Christ did not die so I can save myself. I still need to be saved. For some reason though, I find that thought uncomfortable. I will be the first to tell you that I am an imperfect person. At the same time, I do in some ways consider myself a good person. To a certain extent, that could be considered true. In many ways I am a stereo-typical southern Baptist girl. I do not smoke or drink or sleep around (but I am not really southern-Baptist and I do listen to rock and roll). But that is not what saves me. And that is frustrating sometimes.
  Part of my want to think the good things I do merit God's favor and He overlooks the bad. He does not though. He is too good and too holy for that. Because He knows I cannot live the perfect life, He sent His only son Jesus Christ to live it for me. Because He knows I deserve death, Christ died for me. And by His own death, Christ conquered death so I can live forever. In Christ I am a new person. The old me is passing away and all things are becoming new.
  I still fail though. The poison of my sinful humanity still drips in me veins. As long as I am living on this earth, I cannot conquer it on my own. But I do not have to. In me, Christ is destroying death with each rotation of the earth. Christ is still saving me everyday.