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Little Sins, Big Sins?

1 Corinthians 5:6 (KJV) Your glorying is not good. Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?
1 Corinthians 5:7 (KJV) Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us.
I was meditating on the above scripture when the Holy Spirit ministered to me an important message which I feel must be shared with every believer.
It is no news that we are daily in conflict with our flesh, sin, the devil or any other evil of some sort. Sin is a poison that can be fatal or can seep in slowly and unnoticed, until the threshold point is reached and then the vats burst with the wages of death.
We are easy to judge murder, fornication, drunkenness etc as sins. But what about that little white lie, that immoral thought we brood over in our minds, that unforgiveness, that gossip?
We try to vindicate ourselves from these sins with valid points. 
If we lie or refuse to say the whole truth, we claim to be saving our neck from unnecessary wahala.
When we gossip about other people, we say we want to pray for them.
When we lust in our mind about a person of the opposite sex,  we say at least I'm not sleeping with the person yet.
When we refuse to forgive, we say he/she hurt me really bad.
Hear what Jesus says:
Matthew 7:1-5 (KJV) Judge not, that ye be not judged.
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
That little speck of sin is enough to prevent one's entry into God's kingdom, how much more a whole lot or beam of sin. A little leaven, leavens the whole lump.
Those little foxes that spoil the vine must be caught and killed.
What do you do?
Confess every sin, whether grand or minute (as it seems to you) to God.
Ask Him to forgive you and give you Grace to never go back to your vomit, Grace to never go back to wallow in the mire after being washed.
May God help us. 

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