Often blaming, is a trait of a childish soul.
God wants us to worry about our sins before we sin; the devil wants us to worry after we sin. God wants us to feel free after we repent (for we really are free then); the devil is a deceiver). The devil tempts us to cavalier pride before we sin and worrisome despair afterward, since pride and despair both separate us from God, and anything that separates us from God is the devil’s friend and our enemy, while anything that brings us close to God is the devil’s enemy and our friend.
Magic!’ cried an old man. ‘Tis sorcery, and we are undone!’ ‘Not so,’ I told him, ‘Sorcery cannot harm good Christians.’ ‘But I am a miserable sinner,’ he wailed.
Whether you realize it or not, your ongoing battle with unbelief drives all your sinful thoughts, emotions, desires, and actions.
He was expressing his certainty that my appeal would be granted, but I was carrying the burden of a sin from which I had to free myself. According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out it was the former that had condemned me.
Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.
One very difficult aspect of sin is that my sin never feels like sin to me. My sin feels like life to me, plain and simple. My heart is an idol factory, and my mind is an excuse-making factory.
Anything is forgiven those who sin elegantly; while gaucheness sours even the noblest deed.
He came to destroy sin because it is fatal.
You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery