sin

It's strange that such a short word, composed of only three letters, could be more devastating to me than anything else in this world.

Sin tenaciously clings to my soul, it infests even the deep recesses of my being. It is a horror that I cannot escape, a curse that will pursue me to my last breath.

It is rebellion, mutiny against God Himself. There is no greater blunder than desiring the fleeting lusts of the world more than He who is infinitely desirable. And yet I continue to fall, enticed by the sugar-coated bait laid before me.

I choose creation over the Creator. This is sin, its very essence.

I deserve to die. An eternity of conscious torment is not enough to vindicate His eternal Holiness. I stand condemned before His glorious tribunal, perfectly aware of my full guilt.

"Wretched man that I am, who shall save me from this body of death?" Romans 7:24.