Good or God?

Good or God?  I get asked all the time how can a good man suffer while an evil man profits?  Whats good? Whats evil? In Gods sight are we not all sinners? In Gods sight do we not all fall short? Are there levels of sin?  I’m a sinner in need of someone to pay my debt.  Your a sinner needing someone to pay your debt. I can not be good enough, in my wildest imagination, to pay the debt I owe.  But Jesus can!  Because he did, I try to be good.  Not out of obligation.  Not out of a need to earn anything. Simply out of love for the one who saves me.
Good? It’s love that leads us to goodness.  But without Christ we will never get there.
I Love You!!
1 Peter 2 / Matthew 5

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