We're all guilty.
We've all sinned.
We're all a part of the shortfall.
Like a giant tent spread out over humankind, our wrongdoings shelter us with an impenetrable covering; creating a level playing surface for us all.
For as long as I can remember, statements like these have been a part of the bedrock of my faith. Indeed, I have accepted these notions as truth. I have relayed these truths to my children. I have written about them in books, and I have travelled the world communicating these principles to all who will listen. Generally speaking, I have never had an issue with this understanding.
That's the problem. I speak about sin and guilt in the most general of senses. I have done everything in my power to avoid talking about them specifically.
Any one of us could claim to know the game of football.
Within a certain amount of time each team gets four chances to get a football from a particular starting point to their end zone. Taking the football across the line of your end zone will award your team six points. The team with the most points after a certain amount of time will be called the winners. See, in general, football is a pretty easy game.
Football, like any other sport, increases in difficulty the higher up you go. Even though the game doesn't change generally, it does change specifically. For instance, every team in the NFL knows that you have to move the ball 10 yards to earn another set of chances (downs). The teams that work the hardest to figure out the specifics of moving the ball 10 yards (or more) are the ones that usually win out.
The most difficult thing for me to do is to move away from a general understanding of sin.
When I look at it specifically, I must admit that I'm guilty.