Romans 3 spells out our sin problem with unmistakable clarity.
But, typical us, we refuse to receive it.
We make excuses. We shift the blame.
One of our most comforting excuses is to blame our bodies. But that won’t cut it.
CS Lewis has a place in one of his essays (from God in the Dock) where his soul was talking to his body.
“You are always dragging me down,’ said I to my Body. ‘Dragging _you_ down!’ replied my Body. ‘Who taught me to like tobacco and alcohol? You, of course, with your idiotic adolescent idea of being “grown up”. My palate loathed both at first: but you would have your way. Who put an end to all those angry and revengeful thoughts last night? Me, of course, by insisting on going to sleep. Who does his best to keep you from talking too much and eating too much by giving you dry throats and headaches and indigestion? Eh?’ ‘And what about sex?’ said I. ‘Yes, what about it?’ retorted the Body. ‘If you and your wretched imagination would leave me alone I’d give you no trouble. The sexual dilemma is Soul all over; you give me orders and then blame me for carrying them out.”