Limited

I donned a cape like Superman.
I said the lines like Superman.
I hated Lex Luther like Superman.
I got nervous when Mikey said "Kryptonite" just like Superman.
And I lept from the platform just like Superman.

But gravity yanked me down like every other non-Kryptonian. And on the way down I began thinking really non-Kryptonian thoughts like, "I hope this doesn't hurt" and "Huh..I'm so freaked out right now I can't even scream."

The Law works a similar effect. God proves our natural inability to accomplish righteousness by commanding us to do it. And we realize by grace, perhaps after supposing ourselves to be complete in godliness, that we cannot do what we are told. And we need Someone to help make us able. So the issue is not simply that we won't do righteousness, but that we can't.

Limited. Despite my similarities to the Son of Steel, Alas, I was not he. Nor could I fly away to avoid the inevitable watery crash below. Two feet away from the diving platform, I realized, "Ya know. I'm falling really fast." Gravity was my law. It reminded me of my inabilities. And in turn, it made me hope for One who has fulfilled the Law's demands.
And He's sure not afraid of a little chunk of kryptonite.