Theme: Sin
God is our Father, but God is our Judge. When we know that, our sin takes on a darker colouring entirely.
If men are rich, they learn to be covetous; thirsting insatiably after the world, and by unjust means scraping it together.
Every tear which trickles from your eye, weeps ‘imperfection;’ every harsh word which proceeds from your lip, mutters ‘imperfection.’
Wherefore abandon all these ways of flattering yourselves; no longer follow the devil’s bait; and let nothing encourage you to go on in sin; but immediately and henceforth seek God with all your heart, and soul, and strength.
There is something in every man’s life which he needs saving from, something which would spoil his life and run off with it.
He who lives but for God is never sad, save at having offended God.
And he is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not for ours only, but also for the whole world.
And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for our’s only, but also for the sins of the whole world.
Every man blameth the devil for his sins; but the great devil, the house-devil of every man, that lieth and eateth in every man’s bosom, is that idol that killeth all, himself.
Everyone who sins also commits lawlessness. Sin is lawlessness.
Whosoever committeth sin transgresseth also the law: for sin is the transgression of the law.
Do not give fair names to foul sins; call them what you will, they will smell no sweeter.
Slander is a kind of murder; for we all have three lives—a spiritual life, which depends upon the Grace of God; a bodily life, depending on the soul; and a civil life, consisting in a good reputation. Sin deprives us of the first, death of the second, and slander of the third.
When a lust hath lain long in the heart, corrupting, festering, cankering, it brings the soul to a woful condition.
One leak will sink a ship, and one sin will destroy a sinner.
The fairest babe that has entered life this year, and become the sunbeam of a family, is not, as its mother perhaps fondly calls it, a little ‘angel,’ or a little ‘innocent,’ but a little ‘sinner.’
If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
It was foul, and I loved it; I loved to perish, I loved mine own fault.
Though I was punished on this and other occasions, yet I do not remember that at any time, when my sins were found out, it made any other impression upon me than to make me think how I might do the thing the next time more cleverly, so as not to be detected.
Sinning and praying agree not well together. If a man be constant in the duty of secret prayer, it will tend to restrain him from willful sinning. So, on the other hand, if he allow himself in sinful practices, it will restrain him from praying.
Sin disunites the most united hearts: It is, the bane of holy fellowship.
It is far easier to fight with sin in public, than to pray against it in private.
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