That all changed when, at the age of 12, it began to dawn on me that the word sinner might actually be referring to me. Surely this was such an extreme term? However, my tally of wrongdoing was plain for all to see, from
smashing windows to fighting in the street, from swearing to being suspended from Sunday school. But more than this, I was simply going my own way. If others could see it, God certainly could. I began to understand from the Bible that there was a Grand Canyon between what God required and the life I lived and that sinner was a description of every one of us.
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