The Wicked Self: Explaining Self-Loathing

Disgust is a strong word. Therefore, I do not use it lightly. Have you ever been disgusted by anything? A flaming bag of dog crap, perhaps? Or the actions of someone you trusted with your heart? Almost all of us have at one time or another been repulsed by the actions or thoughts of another. But have you ever been disgusted with yourself? I mean, really, really angry, to a point where you want nothing to do with yourself, unless it was to hit yourself with a car (think about it...). I reached that point on Thursday, when I was struck with a fact. I really don't deserve this salvation I've been so hopped up about for five years. For all natural purposes: I am a bad person. 

Guilt is a many-layered thing. If it were easy, or uniform, then it we would all be either hedonistic or depressed. What we feel when we are guilty is a product of psychology, and is influenced by experience--- Serial killers have a different sense of guilt than a child who has broken a window with a baseball. My own sense of guilt has changed a lot over the years: As a child, I didn't think twice about stealing from people I professed to be my friends, but now as an adult, I would never dream of stealing anything from someone who I would have to look in the eye every day. But the real change in my guilt-nature comes from within my head. I've always considered my mind a safe refuge, where nobody else could ever touch me. My darkest thoughts and desires can often be found breeding there, swirling around in some black ooze that whispers anger and desire to my heart. For the longest time, I thought that I could even keep my mind away from God. But recently, I've been changing: I've been fighting my mind. My guilt-nature is morphing. Whereas before I would have had no qualms thinking about sex or revenge or worse, now I find myself struggling against those ideas. It's been a slow process, over three or four years, with most of the change coming rapidly in the past fourteen months. The changes are coming even faster now, as I'm learning not only to struggle against my naturally wicked thoughts, but to be disgusted when I give in to them. Notice that I didn't say 'when I think them'. I can't avoid certain thoughts popping into my head, and if you think that you can, please tell me how. But what I can do is deny my mind from entertaining these thoughts, which is still in and of itself an ordeal. 

How does this tie in to Thursday, though? Let's just say I let my mind wander, both in boredom over our chapel speaker, and in lust trying to overpower that boredom. I realized it pretty quickly, and then my heart proceeded to layeth the smacketh down...eth on my mind. I was so repulsed by my stupid mind, and to a certain degree my heart, that I wanted to rip them out and stomp on them in the middle of chapel. And then the answer presented itself: What if I ran so far in the opposite direction of these thoughts that I actually flung myself closer to God? So I tried it, and wow: Worship in chapel was quite different than it had ever been before. I understand that Christianity isn't all about emotion, otherwise televangelists would have even more misguided success than they do already. But man, God flared up in me, refining bits of my heart and mind that hadn't been cleaned-up in a long time. For the first time in my walk with Christ, I have started to realize how undeserving I am of grace, and how I really do have to take up my Cross daily just to stay above the water that is my natural tendency to shave with the grain of the World.