"Oh trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
~~Act 1, Scene 5, Romeo and Juliet
sin n. 1. A transgression of a religious or moral law, especially when deliberate. 2. Theology. a. Deliberate disobedience to the known will of God. b. A condition of estrangement from God resulting from such disobedience. 3. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong.
~~The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
I've been called a sinner, a transgressor,
one of the damned, and to hear these
harsh words, they seem to think I
should be packing my bags for Hell
right now. And yet when anyone says
these things to me, I have to pause
and give them a strange look. I am a sinner –
but what do they mean by that?
I think I'll claim diplomatic immunity on
the charge, seeing as I doubt their god can
punish me for breaking laws I'm not
subject to in the first place. My moral laws
are mine alone, the dictates of my own
heart, truer and more noble than arbitrary
mandates from an ethereal legislator.
They throw all sorts of things into their
category of "sin" – most anything one could find
pleasurable is, to be sure, damning, as well as anything
different, that sets one apart – my personal favorite is
pride. For not humbling myself before their self-
centered god, for having the audacity to have
a sense of dignity, they say I'll be burning forever.
Their concept of sin is ridiculous – if it is a crime
against both divine and human natures, then the
only real sin is being untrue to one's self. For
nothing could be more sacred -- the personal
soul, the sense of identity is more important
than some imagined transgression, some supposed
moral deficiency frowned upon by a egocentric deity.
And so if they call me a sinner, then a sinner
I'll be. I'll consider that a mark of glory, coming
from them. Sinners are visionaries, leaders, those bold
enough to stand out , who revel in life's glories
and don't worry about the admonition of any
god. They are the true souls, the true spirits, and
I should be proud to count myself among them.
[Authoress's Note: I got a lecture on being a sinner the other day, and it provoked this. Please don't come at me with the usual "why are you only targeting Christians?" I'm not. They're targeting me. This is just a response. I swear to you, if a Buddhist ever tells me I'm doomed to eternal torment, you can expect a poem directed at them, too. But as it is, I've never had anyone but Christians attack me on religious grounds, so I've had no one but Christians to respond to. And, as I've said a few dozen times, I'm not against all Christians. Just the ones who seem to think any faith but their own is ridiculous.]