There are lyrics in a Kenny Chesney song that says, “It’s always your favorite sins that do you in”. Now, not everyone would agree with what a sin is. If you look up the definition you will see- an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. If used as a verb you may see, “I sinned and brought shame down on us.” If you look further you may see- an act regarded as a serious or regrettable fault, offense, or omission. The point is, no matter how the word is used it is not a happy friendly or joyous word. But again, it depends on who you are and what you believe for you to give your definition of a sin.
Maybe a sin is drinking too much alcohol, taking drugs, abusing your wife or your child. Maybe it is having an affair, maybe it is stealing a car, robbing a bank, committing identity theft. Maybe it is cheating on a test. Maybe it is spending too much and maxing out all your credit cards, lying to your Mama, not spending enough time with your children.
We all have things we are drawn to that we know are not the best for us. Maybe you have a gambling addiction, or you are a hoarder, and your home is filled with cardboard boxes, and you can’t find your refrigerator.
So, what are my favorite sins? Do I call them sins? I am certainly addicted to traveling, to my dogs, to going to Jake Owen concerts. Although I only have a couple, if I had more money, my Louis Vuitton handbag collection would grow on the regular. I am addicted to chocolate. Is that a sin? It depends on who you ask. I don’t drink, I don’t do cocaine or meth, but if I spent too much on travel or two-thousand-dollar handbags I could most certainly go broke thus endangering my financial security, and in turn probably my marriage. Is it a sin to watch too much football? Maybe if you watch it all weekend and never spend time with your wife and children it could be.
Just something to think about. What may give you pleasure may be hurting someone else very much. So, the next time you pick up that glass of whiskey or your credit card to buy your tenth pair of shoes in three weeks you need to stop and ask yourself if it’s too much of a good thing. Just my two cents.
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