proof of original sin

I have for some time come to agreement with the early church theologians on the question of original sin.  Further proof of this most true doctrine constantly presents itself to my senses.   It is a most wholesome thing to reflect upon at this time of the Church year.

The latest argument for this doctrine was brought to my attention only recently, and by a young theologian whose tender years did not hinder a full and sound grasp of the doctrines of sin, and rebellion against God.  Rather, in a most convincing manner,  said person has again convinced me beyond any counter argument that we are by nature sinful, and stand entirely in need of the redemptive work of Christ, and that even after our baptism and reception into the family of our heavenly Father, still do we play the prodigal and move ourselves unto a far country.

Verily,  it is often with the very instruments of praise and right religion that we do most offend the Divine law of love of God and neighbour.   For while at my daily chores, (my godly wife being preoccupied with other business of the household), I didst leave several of our blessed olive shoots at play and leisure, imagining (fancifully, though, I see clearly now), that such young ones would enjoy a certain fellowship and commonwealth as we of more discerning years and society are accustomed to.   We had even come lately from Divine Service, and one of the members of that generation yet to come had, clasped still, the branches of the palms with which we offer most noble Lauds and Praises unto our Blessed Saviour.

Thinking that with these instruments of praise in their possession, such little ones as Christ bid come unto Him and not be hindered, should enjoy a most wholesome fellowship, suddenly a sound altogether like the wailing and sorrowing of a stag caught by the arrow in hunt, began to echo from the chambers.   Leaving my chores unfinished, and rushing headlong into this sea of despair, it was discovered that the very Palms and Branches which marked the entry of our King had become the scourge with which a man (though small) might injure his fellow, and think naught of it, musing to himself that the Father heareth not.   

He that thought so was mistaken.

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[Flambero]

Compose thy prose fine fellow, write thee on!

[Leslie]

You've got a lot of gems tucked away in this place.

[joseph]

...it's amazing what one finds during spring cleaning...