Sin is an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. Let’s take the Ten Commandments downloaded on Moses’ tablets. Twice. Because the first time the receiving end had to run a virus scan, melt golden calves and similar metaphysical essentials that got lost in translations.
One to four establish an ontological perimeter, so that man knows where he comes from, who he is and whom to thank for being.
Five is about murder (not about killing, because hens, or fish?, stay in for the hunt). But by murdering your peer, you murder yourself. Self explanatory.
Eight is about lying. Making up untruths cannot dismantle the truth. Just your being. Because truth is an existential parameter.
Six, seven, nine and ten are about stealing. Wives were property at the time of these downloads. Consider the contexts, always.
Fifteen centuries later, Jesus remarkably simplified the ten into just two commands: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”
What you read, hear and sense, that’s going beyond these two is more like human nature, power management, control cliques of rulers, etc. than divine law.
Reading about the amorous adventures of Sister Nuria, qualified as ‘sin’ by the writer, and most likely even by herself (Catholic guilt), placed wings under my mind (not butterfly wings, not this time) and thus it (the mind of mine) flew to another Sister, let’s call her Sister Pi. I know her well. An angel.
This angel, by way of wives, has reached a not so remote nest of ‘angels.’ Not sure if hell’s angels. Nevertheless they ride bikes. It’s a club, no?
And, by way of a wife who knows another wife, the bikers brought their motorbikes to the church, to be blessed, befriending the priest and so on.
Sister Pi got herself a YAMAHA rice rocket. Don’t ask me how because I cannot tell. And she’s riding it. All leather suit and helmet included. A double angel!
Any angel needs to fly. Because of angel nature. More or less similar to human nature.
If sin would be a distance, then anyone not encapsulated within God is living in sin. This paradox has been solved twenty centuries ago. Genetically, biologically, historically, you name it. Sin is no distance, but a thing of the past. If you stay truthful to yourself, that is.
Dan Aykroyd is credited with saying that “you do not need a therapist if you own a motorcycle, any kind of motorcycle!”
Did Sister Nuria own a motorcycle? Lizzie writes that Chloe and “…Sister Nuria also had a lot to learn. Teaching and learning, hand in glove (she smiles). One, indistinguishable from the other, always going forth into new territory, just like an exploration of a new land.” …Like owning a motorcycle…
With secrets left out free, to fly out through the windows of your soul, sins had dried off the walls of your body.
Sin is an illusion, as powerful as you wish it to be.