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Sin is a word that carries weight in us, even when we struggle to say what it means. It arrives already freighted with warning, judgment, and the quiet implication that someone, somewhere, is standing just outside the circle. Even for those who no longer hold the beliefs that once gave the word its authority, it lingers. Not as doctrine, but as atmosphere. As a way of naming what feels wrong in us, and between us, without quite knowing where to place the blame. What troubles me is not that Christianity has spoken about sin too often, but that it has spoken about it in ways that make it increasingly difficult to recognise ourselves within it. When sin is treated primarily as a label to be applied, rather than a condition to be examined, it loses its capacity to tell the truth about human life. It becomes narrower, louder, and strangely hollow. And in that hollowing, something essential is lost. Not belief, perhaps, but honesty.

In reading the work of many Christian writers on this platform, I have encountered thoughtful and humane reflections on sin, and I don’t doubt the sincerity behind them. Yet these reflections often settle on sin as something that can be located in actions, named with some confidence, and addressed from a position of relative certainty. Once sin is rooted there, it becomes easier to speak about what others do, and harder to remain with what is being formed within us. The language shifts almost imperceptibly from shared condition to observable failure. What was meant to invite humility begins to organise distinction. Sin becomes something that can be recognised without being inhabited, opposed without being confessed. And in that movement, responsibility contracts. The self is preserved. The moral work turns outward. What remains is not cruelty, but a quiet permission to stand apart, convinced that the problem has already been sufficiently identified.

When sin is spoken of this way, its effects are rarely confined to the individual life it names. It begins to shape communities, determining who is corrected, who is cautioned, and who is quietly kept at a distance. The language remains measured, often pastoral, but its weight is unevenly distributed. Some lives are scrutinised more closely than others. Some failures are rendered visible, while others pass without comment. This is not always the result of ill intent, but of a framework that has learned how to look outward with confidence and inward with restraint. Over time, sin becomes less a shared reckoning and more a means of ordering people, of clarifying belonging, of preserving moral coherence. And it is here that the question presses in, gently but persistently. Can a concept meant to tell the truth about human brokenness do so once it no longer requires humility from those who speak it?

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