sin exists. I’ve heard it defined in many different ways: missing the mark by a long, long shot.
Like trying to throw a rock to the moon.
Impossible. I’m certain it exists because I’m so familiar with its relentless yanking. The constant friction and collision it makes with my spirit.
I know it’s real because it owned me. I was its slave. It was my master.
Everyone knows his master.
I’m positive it exists because it killed me. It deceived me and killed me.
Everyone knows what kills him.
It frustrates me that people try to take sin out of the equation.
Good luck with that.
3 comments:
Where have you been all my life? I didn't know you had a blog! I love you, Jules! Can't wait to read your posts on here. :)
Yay! I found your blog via Jamie's blog. It is by God's grace alone that we can recognize sin. What a truly humbling doctrine to comprehend!
It is a nasty ex-master isn't it. Always coming back claiming that we are still owned by him. Sin knows it lost, but won't accept the defeat.
How powerful it is though when we realize the power that dwells in us!
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