A friend recently asked me to define "sin." It’s kind of a loaded question, even if it is simple. The word sin, to me, is akin to "bad." And by definition it implies there’s also a good, a proper, a "right" way to do things. Sin implies judgment and has some definite ties to regret. The thing about regrets, I think we’re supposed to have them. They’re catalysts for change.
What’s a sin to me? Line dancing. The discontinuation of L’Oreal’s anti-frizz gel. Not believing in someone. Squelching someone’s dream. Air guitar. Hair spray and bangs. Camel toe. Molesting a child. Abusing a child. Telling a child they can’t become something. Knowing the truth but keeping silent when confronted. Sun-In.Yeah, yeah, and murder, I suppose.
I don’t believe adultery is a sin, by the way. I think it’s a mistake. I think people need more courage to face things they don’t want to face, to confront when it’s easier to avoid. Then no one would have to sneak around–they could live their most authentic lives, and live through the consequences of their actions. It might be ironic, for me, of all people to say so, but I believe cheating is something you can forgive, as long as you know, or come to know, within the deepest part of you, that it won’t happen again. And if it does, it would be a sin to stay. Fool me twice and all that.