I have heard people talking about their past. Their evil bad old days. They are not like that anymore, no they found the Lord, but while you are hearing the story (or testimony), the tale of the bad old days, starts to sound like the best days of their lives. Told with enthusiasm, the evil past has more passion in it than the tame almost timid tale of the present.
"Yes, I'm a changed person now."
Yeah, and it sounds like they are about ready to die. Once a tiger, and now a neutered house cat.
On that subject, all I can say is that I hope no one ever thinks that I sound like that. If I ever do, slap me. Today: these are the best days of my life, these are my glory days. Hopefully about to be followed by even greater glory. The past was mostly just wasted time.
So do the tales of bad boys and girls sound like fun and glory compared to the boring tales of saints? Do Christians sometimes sound like neuterers? But once we were the real thing: real alley cats, true Tomcats.
Is the glory to be found in the sin and not the salvation?