I know very few people of character. There are some who are rigidly honest in some areas of their life only to demonstrate consistent moral failures in other areas. One guy might be honest in business but a drunk and a pervert.
My golfing buddy Dave is a great friend. There are few people whose respect I desire more. Of all people, I wish for him to see me as a man of character. This morning, while playing golf, as he was writing down the scores, I asked him about the score and as he told me I was 3 over, I noticed that he had incorrectly given me a 5 instead of a six.
This is where the struggle began and I felt the perversity of my heart.
I didn't want to tell him what I really got because I wanted to beat him. And nobody would ever know the difference. And so as we rode in the cart to the next hole, the conflict is going on within me about whether or not to tell him the truth.
After 'fessing up' and talking to him about it, he mentioned, "On paper, you would never do it." Right, if I was asked about it on a test, "Would you lie about your golf score if you knew you could get away with it? " I would answer "No" every time.
So why this conflict? Why even hesitate about telling the truth? The answer lies in the perversity of the human heart. Men are bent on evil continually, and there is a constant struggle in the heart of all men, even Christians to lie, cheat and steal.
After telling Dave the truth about my score, I felt so relieved. What a lie that the flesh puts forth, that we would be happier cheating and that the truth is a bad thing. Some things are easy on paper, but circumstances bring out the perversity of our hearts.