Put your sins in the chalice for the precious blood to wash away. One drop is capable of washing away the sins of the world.
Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con
Our fundamental sin is that we place ourselves in the position of God and divide the world between what we judge to be good and what we judge to be evil. And this judgment is the primary thing that keeps us from doing the central thing God created us to do, namely, love like He loves.
The gospel frees us to confess our sins without fear of condemnation.
There are worse sins for a scientist than to be wrong. One is to be trivial
For, after all, if it is from Christ that we are to learn how God relates himself to sin, suffering, evil, and death, it would seem that he provides us little evidence of anything other than a regal, relentless, and miraculous enmity; sin he forgives, suffering he heals, evil he casts out, and death he conquers. And absolutely nowhere does Christ act as if any of these things are part of the eternal work or purposes of God.
Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.
A woman never wrote, "Thou shalt not commit adultery. " God wrote that. You sin first and foremost against God.
Grace doesn't lead us into destructive behavior. Sin does. And grace is the only remedy for sin. The kindness of God leads to repentance.
Fear is not always a sin but it always is an opportunity.
I'm not a martyr, just a musician who dies for your sins. Oh, that's what a martyr is? Very well then, I am a martyr, if you insist.
For every sin there is forgiveness, and especially for the sins of youth.
What is it that renders death terrible? Sin. We must therefore fear sin, not death.
The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.
The sin is not in the sinning, but in the being found out.
With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still, from the hurrying train of Life, fly backward far and fast The milestones of the fathers, the landmarks of the past. But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow and the sin, The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our own akin; And if, in tales our fathers told, the songs our mothers sung, Tradition wears a snowy beard, Romance is always young.
What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless.
I am a sinner. . . . who's probably gonna sin again. . . Lord forgive me!
I wish to confess my sins, and I wish Christ to come into my life. . .
The solution to sin is not to impose an ever-stricter code of behavior. It is to know God.