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The Plane and the Mountain
At some point, I have to stop pretending everything is fine—
and face where I’ve already crashed.
Romans 7 and 8 have been reframing something for me.
For a long time, I thought the flesh was just bad behavior—moments where I failed, where I should’ve done better. But that’s not what Paul is describing.
The flesh isn’t just what I do.
It’s the part of me that still agrees with what’s broken.
It’s the ground where sin lands.
Every time anger rises, or pride, or lust, or fear—it doesn’t come out of nowhere. It connects with something. There’s still a place in me that recognizes it… that leans toward it.
“For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.” — Romans 7:19
That’s not confusion.
That’s collision.
That's where the plane crashes into the mountain.
Two realities in the same man—one that desires what is right, and one that still pulls toward what is broken.
But the flesh is not my identity.
It’s what remains.
It’s the residue of an old nature that no longer has authority—but still has a voice. And that voice can sound convincing… because it used to be natural.
Romans 7 exposes the struggle, but Romans 8 answers it:
“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” — Romans 8:1
That means I’m no longer defined by the place where sin tries to land. The beachhead may still exist—but it doesn’t own me anymore.
The fight is still real,
but the authority has changed.
I don’t fight to become free.
I fight because I am free.
And now, when the flesh speaks, I have a choice I didn’t have before. I can recognize it. I can refuse agreement. I can walk in a different direction.
Not perfectly—
but differently.
