Realizing one’s fault is a good beginning. A beginning toward a fruitful end with God.
How many times have we promised ourselves to improve for the better and do good things to others as well? Once is greatly impossible. Twice is fairly a denial. Thrice is neither far from a sincere answer.
Most of us opt to secure the safest response, “I’m only human”. Hence, this belief confirms the consequences that humans are born to commit mistakes, giving the impression that it is normally alright as long as we make promises no matter how frequent.
Parallel to this, we tend to find difficulty in crafting good promises because the path toward righteousness is heavenly long and narrow that crossing through it is like hurdling our breaths. Unlike when we only think of ourselves, forget the others, and remain being mean, it is easier and the gate of hell is temptingly wide open and inviting. It is like a delectable food; cooked with expensive spices, dressed in culinary look, yet the taste can be unwelcome to the tongue.
But can you bear a passable road with free entrance that apparently in the end, your souls are forever trapped and burned in selfish pride and fatal envy?
wow! very well done! this is very interesting….
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