So if you've figuratively given God his walking papers and relegated the gospels to the realm of well-crafted fables and fantasy you will not have noticed that you are standing on some slippery slope, a sand pit that is about to slide away carrying
America: Where Guilt is an Industry and Whining has become an Art Form
"The soul that sinneth, it shall die. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son: the righteousness of the righteous shall be upon him, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon him." (Eze 18: 20)
While I have several theological degrees I depend only on the basic instincts of my childhood to interpret this verse. In all of its lucid and obvious meaning it says only one thing.
Your sins are your sins, and my sins are my sins.
