This is the more poetic way of acknowledging that I can be a tremendous hypocrite: claiming to believe, and genuinely believing, and then struggling...again...and again...with putting that into practice.
It's very easy to say that 'being a Christian should be just about living the kind of life of service that Jesus exemplifies, as best we can, and anything else can just be ignored.' But that to me in at least more reflective moments I think is like having cake and eating it.
I eat a lot of cake.
I am a Christian. And I'm very much imperfect.
And what's amazing and wonderful is that any, and all of us, are loved, as much for our imperfections - that we try and mean well and fail, and try again anyway - as for any amount of proud and claimed perfection. Not that our imperfections don't matter, but that the point, perhaps uniquely and wonderfully, is to earnestly try, even if we don't quite ever make it. God loves us, and at the very least He wants us to try.