It was once religion which told us that we are all sinners because of original sin. It is now the ecology of our planet which pronounces us all to be sinners because of the excessive exploits of human inventiveness.
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
Every time that I think of the crucifixion of Christ, I commit the sin of envy.
That is the true definition of sin; when knowing right you do the lower, ah, then you sin. Where there is no knowledge, sin is not present.
Sin is geographical.
Orthodox theologians insisted that the rest of humankind were only transitory creatures, lost in sin – a view that would support what would become their dominant teaching about salvation, offered only through Christ, and, in particular, through the church they claimed to represent.
For any sin, we all suffer. That is why our suffering is endless.
Not failure, but low aim is sin.
I am opposed to heart attacks and cancer and strokes the way I am opposed to sin.
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to hide from us our favorite sin.