I was secretly envious. The only confession we observed in our small church would be to periodically get saved on a Sunday night, pricked by our conscience that we hadn’t quite been living up to our faith.
But this morning, I have a fresh awareness of sin. It is sin that causes all the havoc —it is sin that separates us from Him. And we all sin, we all come short. We just know it, it is the weight that so easily besets us; it is the film that colors the world around us, and we ask, “How could such evil be?”
But what Easter (and let’s call it Resurrection Day! Or “Heaven-Meets-Earth Day”) really means is that there’s an answer to our sin. A glorious, hopeful answer, available to all. The third verse of an old hymn goes like this:
“My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought; My sin, not in part, but the whole–Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!”
~Nancie Carmichael