What Do You Do With Your Sins?

What do you do with sin? Every human being employs some sort of religion to take care of sin. Everyone. Some people simply deny it. This is who I am. There is no right or wrong. In fact, the worse thing to do to someone is to tell them they are wrong. Very few people actually follow through on this religion. It lacks logic and stands against the evidence, though temporarily it might make its practitioner feel good. Ironically, some of the most judgy people I know claim to be a follower.  

Then there are those Thomas the Tank Engine religions, including many Christians, who believe a person can eventually become sinless. I think I can… I think I can… It seems to be inbred in human beings. Even Christians, who follow this religion, believe that after a person is saved they should no longer sin. I had one good fellow at an Ash Wednesday service in Kentucky tell me that he was stunned that we were confessing our sins. “I don’t sin!” He exclaimed. “I did, but then I was saved and now I don’t.” Others believe that with the help of God they can sin less and less. Even others along that line believe you have to be internally sinless to go to heaven.

What do you do with your sin? Pretend you don’t have any? Pick and choose what you like? Believe that God is keeping score and hopefully you will have more good works than sins? Or maybe you have just given up altogether. Because sins keep piling up, you aren’t getting any better, and people that say otherwise are hypocrites, so you have tried to leave this whole religion thing behind.

What are you going to do with your sins? John makes it clear, so does logic and your senses, if you say you have no sin, you’re a liar. So what do you do?

Give them to Jesus! He wants them. It’s kind of the whole point of the Bible, let alone Jesus’ death and resurrection. It’s a strange job for God, a garbage man. But that’s our strange Savior. He takes our garbage, nails it to the cross, and buries it in the tomb. And unlike those landfills, your sins won’t hang around for thousands of years. They are gone.