Sin serves a purpose.
In fact, having observed a little of the way God works, I’m guessing it
probably serves more than one.
But this at least sin
does: it proves God right.
“Against you, you only, have I sinned … so that you may be justified in your words and
blameless in your judgment.”
Oh, we can rationalize
our desires with the verbal dexterity of a sophist, excuse them with petulance
of a six-year old, or romanticize them with the eloquence of a poet, but the
places they lead us are inevitably, inexorably and invariably bad.
Just as God has warned.