To be a captive of a barbarian is
the worst fate a man can ever experience. But to be a captive of sin
is even worse. Sin is worse than a barbarian; for it knows not how
to spare but plays the tyrant to the ruin of all those who admit
Sin is inconsiderate, senseless,
foolish and outrageous. It destroys everything it alights on.
It is unsightly, disgusting and grievous. Sin was once painted by an
artist as a beast, a savage, breathing flames, hideous, black and
with a thousand tentacles that take hold of our minds, thoughts,
memory. It unexpectedly traps us and tears to pieces every godt
thing it gets hold of.
We must see our goods as belonging
to others; but the sinner looks at others' goods as his own. We must
clothe the naked and feed the hungry; the sinner gets the poor man's
last cloth and meal. We must relieve poverty; sinners aggravate
Sin turns man into a beast. . .
nay, into demons who alone can show great hatred and cruelty towards
In the sinner is neither love of
God's kingdom nor fear of hell; no reverence for man, no pity and
sympathy for others, but he sins in shamelessness. Sinners give
contempt for all things.
For sinners, God's words are a
fable and His threats are a joke. Beasts are beasts by nature. But
man is by nature gentle. Yet the sinner goes against his nature to
be savage . . . and the demons are his helpers. The sinner is like
the "Man . . .that is like a senseless beast."
St. John Chrysostom "I Cor."