This Simple Gospel

<We are constantly falling short. We are always almost or completely at odds with God. Sin’s effect works in us a death that medicine cannot cure, that engineering cannot reverse, that philosophy cannot unravel. We are lost in lust, feet fixed in fear and with hearts ravaged with the fiery darts of the evil one. Is there hope for man’s child? Is there an elixir somewhere which he can take to stop this entropy, to quench this decay? For all have sinned and fallen short of the mark. We are scattered, our tongues in variance, our voices in dissent. We each work and walk in our own way, in the way that seems right to us. Sin drives us, his whip tears at us. Yet we move, blinded by worldly desires. We are constantly falling short. At Sinai the Almighty spoke. He that is named I AM penned his laws in stone. Yet sin’s grip tightened. We grew pale and

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