“You are a horrible person!” a neighbor with whom I have history spat as I passed by on a recent run.  She expected this to be an insulting revelation, but truth is only an insult if you are in denial.  And I don’t live there any more.

I am not a “nice” person; and no ones knows that better than I do.  I have spoken deplorable words, thought dark thoughts, lied when truth was inconvenient, nursed a grudge. I know people who might have died if I’d had to call 911 to save them.  This may not be pretty, but it is reality.

Thankfully, two decades ago, I actually listened when someone said that Jesus died to save horrible people like me… as well as people who say very unkind things to their neighbors.  Embracing Christ hasn’t made me perfect, but it’s made me better than I would be otherwise.

Apparently I’m not alone in my horrible state.  Scripture says: “All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.” (Romans 3:23)

The trouble with life isn’t so much us horrible people. The troublemakers are the ones who think they’re pretty good. They still don’t realize they need Someone to save them from themselves.