If the guilt of sin is so great that nothing can satisfy it but the blood of Jesus; and the filth of sin is so great that nothing can fetch out the stain thereof but the blood of Jesus, how great, how heinous, how sinful must the evil of sin be

If the guilt of sin is so great that nothing can satisfy it but the blood of Jesus; and the filth of sin is so great that nothing can fetch out the stain thereof but the blood of Jesus, how great, how heinous, how sinful must the evil of sin be.

When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself.

We're more concerned about our own "victory" over sin than we are about the fact that our sins grieve God's heart.

I had a Christian upbringing - it was all about sin and guilt. I was very happy just kissing people. I was like the make-out queen - not even second base.

The telling of a lie is not only a sin or disgrace; it is the beginning of a disorder in the soul set in by the puncturing from a spear coated by guilt