When I'm struggling with understanding sin (mine only, I never understand other peoples sin fully), I just picture the road I'm on, and beside that road, off in a clearing, there is a table. God is seated at the table, and he wants me to commune with him, but first, I have to empty my pockets.
So I empty my pockets onto the table.
He looks at each object on the table and sorts them into two groups, things I should keep and things I should leave on the table.
The rules are simple, it's up to me which items I put on the table, but once they are there I am only supposed to take back the things that he blesses.
Sin is not emptying your pockets, not putting it on the table. Trying to hide it from God. Even though he knows what you have in your pockets.
Sin is trying to possess that which He has asked you to let go. He won't stop you if you want to take it back. But you'll only every really possess the things that he has blessed.
Sin is not going to the table. You know it's there, but you avoid it, avoid eye contact, avoid communion. If you won't join him at the table, how can you say you know him?
Once the sorting is done we break bread, we drink, we fellowship. Then I take what he has given me and continue on, and he continues with me.
