Last night at prayer meeting with the women down at the Village Manor I talked about sin: both the subject of sin and the word itself. We talked about the many ways in which we try to substitute euphemisms or explain away our behavior in other terms. I asked them if they could estimate the percentage of their daily behavior or thought life that might fall into the category of sin. None of us could, but we all agreed that it was probably a notable percentage.
Then I asked if anyone around the table had used the word "sin" in the past week, or the past month. The one woman who had was a faithful Roman Catholic who had used it as part of the ritual associated with her trip to confession.
So we talked about ways to bring "sin" back into our vocabularies. It was an interesting and thoughtful conversation.
So how about you? When was the last time that you used the word "sin," particularly to describe your own or someone else's behavior?
The highlight for me, by the way, was as we were wrapping up our conversation of sin to transition to prayer and one of the women, who I think was upset with the fire and brimstone, remarked that "we're going to have to start living some pretty holy lives." I took her to mean from her inflection that she would rather be holy than have to talk about sin, and that being holy was almost as unpleasant and onerous as bringing up the "s" word.
But she's right. We need to start living some pretty holy lives.
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