How many stand at the edge of the precipice, teetering towards oblivion?
Do you see the mottled corpses down below?
Do you see your fingerprints upon their bodies?
Do you understand it was your feather-light touch that upset the balance and allowed them to tumble down, down, down?
“But if you cause one of these little ones who trusts in me to fall into sin, it would be better for you to have a large millstone tied around your neck and be drowned in the depths of the sea.” (Matt. 18:6, NLT)
What if the sin most rancid among evangelicals is what we forbid? Christ’s hardest words are reserved not for the sinner, but for the spiritual.