"[You rich people's] wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes. Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days. Look! The wages you failed to pay the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty."
Genesis 4:10
"The LORD said, 'What have you done? Listen! Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground.'"
Too often I am flippant about my sin because it happens in the privacy of my heart. What I don't realize is that it is unfathomably loud. I imagine that at the very moment I entertain hatred or lust, those eternal words--the ones that tear at the very core of every heavenly being's heart--"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" echo in piercing clarity throughout all corners of heaven. And the heavenly host weep, hiding their eyes and covering their ears.
If I could truly grasp the extent of these events, would I not hate my sin intently? I have ears; let me hear!