I do not understand my own actions.
For I do not do what I want,
but I do the very thing I hate.
“Sin” is not that we're bad people.
It's that we don't know how to love perfectly,
even when we try.
We're playing hard for the home team
but keep accidentally scoring for the opponents.
In the war between good and evil
we're on the right side,
but we keep shooting our own with friendly fire.
God understands, and forgives us.
God delivers us from the hopeless battle:
we are neither “good” nor “bad;”
we are beloved.
When we let that grace course through our veins,
let that love move through our bodies,
become the bodies of that spirit,
then it is God who lives in us,
who loves perfectly through us.