sin no more

I'M hoping at some point to continue a conversation we'd just started when the dog cut his foot and we had to get him home to bandage it (there's something v cute about a dog with a bandage on its paw - why is that?)
We were considering who it is that defines sin, and I suggested it's a bunch of men a long time ago, who thus decreed that owning a slave was fine but that two men lying together was abhorrent. I am still smarting from a recent sermon about a woman who was sinful as she was in a relationship but not married. For someone who has always striven to be a good girl, it's not easy for me to bear the label of someone who "lives in sin" (I don't live with my boyfriend, but the accusations stands).
The church sometimes comes across as sex obsessed in my opinion. I hear a lot about the sinfulness of myself and my gay friends. I don't think I've ever heard anyone be accused of sin as they still own two shirts and haven't given one of them away to a poorer person. I'm guessing if I was to look in people's wardrobes in this country, I'd find way more than one shirt in each - there certainly is in mine, yet no-one has ever pointed out my sin there for not better sharing the world's resources.

It's no simple task, to discern the will of God. I suspect that if the Bible were written today, it wouldn't read the same, as I believe the people writing it brought to bear their own perspective and words and language. (Tho I have before been told I'm not a proper Christian for the views I hold, so we can add heresy to my list of sins today if you like!)

Clearly there could be a million blogs on "what is sin?", but I'm just reflecting at the moment as to who defines sin, and am not going there as to what it actually is. I'm not one for throwing stones at people as I don't see how that helps anyone - but I do see people hurl metaphorical rocks at others all the time. I guess if I were trying to discern the will of God for myself, it would involve working on laying down any stones I'm tempted to throw, and encourage others to lay down theirs too. And maybe catch the odd one or two as they fly so that they don't hit their target.

Today I'm taking a bunch of young people to Blackpool's sandcastle. As usual, I'm feeling anxious about the responsibility and dreading being cold. I'm hoping no stones are thrown today ;)