Forty years ago I was living on my ocean-going sailboat, cruising around southern waters including the Bahamas. I was also a knee-walking, commode-hugging drunk, married, but with a sweet young dolly on the side. One day, someone came aboard my yacht, yanked my bottle out of my hand, threw it over the side and said, "Ellis, the Lord wants you to teach His word and you can't teach it as an adulterous drunk."
I went down into my stateroom and started to pray, "Lord, you know I've been trying to stop drinking for five years, but I am bound by alcohol and lust. Please help me, I give it all to you." I'd been drunk for months, but the next morning I was cold sober, no DTs, no nothing, but I was no longer an adulterer or alcoholic.
I started attending church again and what did I find? Lukewarm Christians playing polemic somersaults with the Word (just like I see here on the forum) and dabbling in the same sins that had gotten me into so much trouble. I tried to Talk to the brethren about it, but nobody cared. Instead, they'd say something like, "Loosen up, Ellis, enjoy the small things in life; in a few months you'll be just like us."
But the Lord had taken out my heart of stone and replaced it with a heart of flesh, so somehow, that never happened.