And not so much because such resistance has saving merit of it's own,
but because such resistance is prerequisite to finding one's delight in the Words of God.
One cannot have the mind both to joyfully meditate, and jovially meddle with foolishness at the same time.
No more than one can be both a tree planted by rivers of waters, and chaff driven away on the wings of the wind.
You are what you love.
"...His leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper."