A few weeks back, as I sat before the TV as part of my early morning routine, I was watching the news. But on this particular morning, I listened more purposefully for one repetitive theme: the variety of sins people were committing.
Here’s what I had heard: A TV celebrity pled guilty for having bribed a college boards grader to falsify her daughter’s test score so she could qualify for a more prestigious university. Her sin: fraud. A famous golfer’s bartender drank and drove himself into eternity. His Sin: drunkenness. A man using a machete hacked to death one person and left another for dead on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. His sin: murder.
Now aside from the obvious, that the plethora of sins being committed all around us can cause some serious depression, there’s something else that simultaneously may be going on: we may grow smug. What do I mean? Beyond our natural recoil from either disgust or even horror, we can unconsciously perch ourselves atop our platforms of self-righteousness, knowing we would never do anything like they did! – or maybe we already do. Huh?
Come this Sunday to hear that depending on whose definition of particular sins, we all may be more culpable than we have presumed – as we consider this question, “Who Do I Think I Am?”
