I suppose that one of the classic poems on sin is the one titled, "This Side of Calvin" and it goes like this:

The Reverend Dr. Harcourt, folk agree,
Nodding their heads in solid satisfaction,
Is just the man for this community.
Tall, young, urbane, but capable of action,

He pleases where he serves. He marshals out
The younger crowd, lacks trace of clerical unction,
Cheers the Kiwanis and the Eagle Scout,
Is popular at every public function.

And in the pulpit eloquently speaks
On diverse matters with both wit and clarity:
Art, Education, God, the Early Greeks,
Psychiatry, Saint Paul, true Christian charity,

Vestry repairs that shortly must begin -
All things but Sin ... He seldom mentions Sin.

The reason that the poem is a classic is that it sums us up; we don’t want to talk about sin…