That We Sin

that we sin, or so often told that we're sinners born to be saved by a certain faith, or by belief in a source and power higher than our own. It's inferred that we come into this world broken and with inherent flaws that will never be healed in a lifetime. We're born with an immediate need for a savior. Yet by no means is this ever true, not from a baby's first perfect breath to last one ever taken and through no moment ever lived between the two. 

we sin only in the original sense.

 our innocence remaining always true. 

the Greek origin of the word sin is to simply miss the mark, an occasion we all share and repeat through life. No one's aim is perfect. But it's the mark aimed for that's our concern, and it always seems somewhat ill defined, a target that's moved beyond our reach of aim with every attempt to find it. Many faiths define it as anything that goes against the laws of the creator, and this statement along should immediately set us free from any notion that we sin. 

it's simply impossible to oppose a law of nature.

ever.

and that we exist at all is all the proof offered, or needed, to believe it's so. We are life, an example of its varied perfection, made exactly as we are by the laws of creation. No mark has been missed in the divine aim to bring us here - from the point of an energetic singularity in great expansions, stars dying in the great fortune of the elements of our design, to the near infinite strand of DNA that traces our origins to the very mark of time. We've never sinned, more truly we're beyond the point of aim. There is no target to measure the scope of our existence, no standard of creation that ever needs to be met. We are,  we exist, and that's it, a perfect example of creation. Nothing opposes this. Our proof is by living this example, each breath drawn by it's design of function, heart beating without conscious effort to make it so, and that the world and its environment is given in support of it all. 

it seems the aim of life is true.

that we sin is simply a miscommunication, better told, we're humans, divine by right of our existence, pure in the deepest sense of how every aspect of life belongs in its perfection. We will err, mistakes made through the curse of living. But every target is illusory, a product of imagination inherited through a long line of mistaken beliefs and wayward notions. That we sin is to miss the mark of joyful living, that we aim outside the scope of what a single moment offers. This is it, now, here, the single point of our salvation.

nothing needs to be aimed for...

this moment is the only target.

~

Peace, Eric