I've been thinking much about sin lately. My horror of it. The strength of it over me. My wicked fondness of it. Its means and ultimate end of me if I let it have its way. My hatred of it. My enslavement to it. Sin is as much about law-making as it is about law-breaking. I must kill it! But I always see my King, The Redeemer, Jesus! If "they" ever find the his bones, have great pity on me.
Please consider a couple of fantastic blog posts that I've been pondering over the last week or so:
Psalm 51: Sin; It's Everywhere, It's Everywhere! - great quotes about sin!
Explaining Sin In A Way That Makes Sense, part I
Explaining Sin In A Way That Makes Sense, part II
(be sure to read the comments)