It's still Wednesday, but my time stamp will say it's Thursday. It's an hour off.

Today we talked about sin in class. St. Thomas' view of sin was, as normal, very reasonable. We're getting into soteriology now with which I disagree, but that's ok.

It's interesting to talk about sin. When in a Torrey session, one of the most important things is to strike on something that you don't know, something that you don't understand. If the unknown thing is good, it will inspire love in you as you strive to draw nearer it. This echoes the great pursuit of the soul for its creator, and is indeed part of the same pursuit, on smaller scales. But sin is just not the sort of thing you can love. It actually doesn't really exist, as a thing, but only as a perversion of other things, as imperfections of perfection.

What I found myself loving was humanity, instead. The leader of our session wisely led us in that direction. The goal was to understand the soul, and we ended up spending a lot of time talking about the will, and basically Thomistic anthropology. And, as interseting as it was, this is the first session we've really spent talking about anthropology. Last session was creation, which could have served as a kind of bridge from theology, but it didn't really work. Instead, this session seemed... dirty. Not dirty in the sense that it was sinful, but dirty in the sense that man is a low being, and not worthy of worship. God's glory, in our sessions too often obscured by obfuscation in language, and our own incapacity for comprehension, still shone threw in the nature of the thoughts we considered. And now it's just not as good.

All the same, I hope that in understanding man, and how we fall into sin, I can myself avoid it more often in the future. It is also helpful in appreciating the cross. Sin is truly wicked, and it is all our own fault.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, the sinner.