On a radio interview the other day, I heard a woman say an extraordinary thing: I don't believe in sin.
Her statement was received as casually as it was tossed out, but I have been thinking about it ever since. It reminds me of the billboard that used to greet me as I entered the highway near here: God is not angry. That message was sponsored by a church, and I understand where they're coming from. When your parents are mad, do you like to spend time with them, or do you prefer to lie low? My first reaction, however, was that if God isn't angry about some of the things his creatures are doing to each other, he has no business being God.
Oh, if only declaring that we don't believe in sin would make it go away! I wanted to grab the woman by the scruff of the neck and force her to face the victims of child abuse, human trafficking, Mexican drug lords, Joseph Kony, Stalin, ISIS ... and tell me again that she doesn't believe in sin. If there is no sin, would she even be right to feel aggrieved that I had grabbed her by the scruff of the neck?
