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Pin Your Sin Posted: 4/26/2005 11:10:20 AM
It wasn’t many years ago, churches said Jesus wanted everyone to leave their burdens at the foot of the cross. Suddenly man’s Jesus wanted everyone to leave sin at the cross. Then man’s Jesus wanted everyone to put sin upon Him. Now man’s Jesus paid for every sin you have committed or will commit. So I ask: What is this? Pin The Tail On The Donkey, the church version. We reason that our every sin was paid for. Then why do we confess to what was removed? Does it mean that since the price of your sin was paid you are entitled to the sin? I am confused here. So to solve the problem I suggest: We declare a national holiday called Pin-Your-Sin on Jesus Day. A couple of youth groups from local churches could build an effigy of Jesus and place it on a cross. Then, on a certain special Sunday the entire community could bring paper, pens, and pins, write their sins, and stick it to the figure. Maybe it could become a game like darts. If you miss: You are not forgiven. The highlight would be the burning of the figure and all the sins. We could use the fire to roast weenies, dance, sing, and drink. And for communities requiring a forty-foot figure, a keg party and bar-b-que would be in order. Even though no one would be required to sign their name, some folks might. And if they prefer to stick Jesus with it, but ensure no one else knows, we allow those people to place their sin in the feet for $5, the hands for $10, and in the side for big bucks. Of course, only cash transactions would be accepted. Not need too tempt one into unnecessary sin, you see. And everything collected would be considered charitable, freewill, love offering, donations. Then we do a national Pin-Your-Burden on Jesus. How about a Pin-Your-Prayers on Jesus where people pin requests for money-blessings, health blessings, find-my-missing-cat blessing, and help-me-win-the-lotto blessing? Pin-Your-Pet-Peeve on Jesus is where you write your complaints. It’s not like we are selling doves in the church or something. And no bingo involved.