Now I’m trying to remember Dante’s Purgatorio. It dealt with the sins as a heirarchy. You started at the bottom of the mountain, and worked off the effects of each.
IIRC, the bottom sin was Anger. I think that was because anger took your mind and self control offline. Anger made you less human - brought you closer to the beasts.
The exact middle sin was Sloth, which was worked off my constant jogging. I read the Purgatorio in the middle of America’s Great Jogging Binge, so it cracked me up.
The sin closest to heaven was Lust. Lust was not self-directed, like most of the other sins. It included another person. It was not meant to harm anyone. It was a longing that, in a debased way, mirrored the rightful longing for God. So it was considered to be the best of the sins, at least by Dante.
Personally, I’m gluttony and sloth related. Maybe mostly sloth. I have discovered an amazing ability to nap recently.
Definitely lust. I indulge in each of the others occasionally, but lust is the one that’s always gotten me in trouble on Earth, so I assume it’s the one that’s going to keep me out of Heaven.
I’m glad I’m Jewish. Not getting out and running errands or working in the yard or planning and cooking meals for the week on Shabbat is considered a virtue for us. I’m sure not doing any of that stuff for 24 hours is easier for a lazy person who likes to sit at home than it would be for an energetic type who likes to be getting stuff done.
Pride, and it’s not even close. I also think many people who would say something other than pride really should be saying pride instead. Which goes toward proving my own case, that I presume to know better than someone else what their biggest sin is…
Pride, wrath, and sloth. (possibly also intemperance, though I’m not sure that’s considered a sin)
I tried gluttony a couple times.Had hypoglycemia attacks and basically ate everything I could find. Put down, within the space of 20 minutes, enough food to keed Somalia alive for a month. Went home, didn’t feel too good, and made friends with Mr. Commode. Decided that, hypoglycemia aside, gluttony was a thing to be avoided.
None of them. I’m perfect. Oh, wait, I guess that would be pride. Damn, if only I were more like you people…but you piss me off and I hate everything. I think I’ll kidnap Inigo so I can take advantage of him, and then force him to prepare some of his famous chicken mushroom alfredo that he’s always talking about, and then I’ll stuff myself full of it until I can do nothing more but lay around the house and think about how to make millions of dollars without ever lifting a finger.
Yep, I’m going straight to hell. :smack:
I’m sure I’m in danger from all seven in varying degrees. Pride is probably the worst.
If I had never read The Screwtape Letters, I might think that I was innocent of Gluttony (as per my conventional understanding of the term). But C.S. Lewis elaborated on the “gluttony of delicacy” (random cite.) which probably suits me to a T: an insistance that I get things (not just food) done exactly the way I want them, and being intolerant of inconsequential defects.
Lust: If I’m horny And I’m a major voyeur / lover of eye candy.
Gluttony: I was a really skinny kid but as an adult I’ve discovered the joys of comfort food
Greed: Does being a pack rat count? I would love to be wealthy but haven’t gotten the hang of it.
Sloth: I’ll get back to you on that one…
Wrath: Nah. My temper is very under control. I do often nurse a low simmering state of annoyance though.
Envy: In terms of big life things - having a good job, relationship and house of my own maybe. But not in the general material things.
Pride: Nah.
