The size of sin is as small as a grain of sand, but separates between wide ocean and dry land.

It’s bigger than bad habits; it’s a matter of man seeking for God’s spot following in same pattern as Adam.

Its deep rooted we are the seed of a broken family tree branching out limbs of disease.

Look at this mess we leave.

This weight of wickedness is heavy as lead trying to catch its descents like stopping a falling rock in a spider’s web.

It’s thin silk thread begins to snap and all that’s left is the residue that sticks between the cracks.

It all ends with a slip into a bottomless pit, grips the heart in the man’s chest till swallowing death.

Sipping for the glass of God’s wrath and genuine justice a just judge must summons for infinite punishment.

The smallest white lie is enough for being indictable.

The size of sin so big it causes a cosmic fraction and Hell is the only relevant response to righteous reaction.

This is what our sinful actions actually earned us, but God took upon himself the weight of sin reserved for us; a weight so significant that only the blood of an innocent one is acceptable and worthy.

So rather than make light of it or minimize the size of it, we should marvel at the magnitude of mercy.