The word sin in the Greek is hamartia a noun-which means to be without a share in. It comes from the root word and is equivalent to hamartánō to sin which is a verb which comes from the root words a– without and meros meaning a part due or assigned to one, a lot, inheritance or destiny.
So sin means not a part of or not having a share in. It is the loss of our shared image as a child of God.
Sin means to not have a share in the image of God, not having a share in our identity, inheritance, and destiny.
A Greek mindset interprets sin as the bad things we’ve done and so one sin is worse than the other. A sin of lying is not as bad as a sin of stealing; a sin of stealing is not as bad as a sin of murder and so on. So they classify sin.
A Hebrew mindset interprets sin as anything that is not perfect as it should have been before the fall. So sin does not have classifications for a Hebrew. It is just sin. Sin is not what you do, sin is who you are, because it is inherent in the fallen nature that we were born into.
When our spirit came out of heaven and entered into the womb of our mother, it was clothed in a body of sin. Our soul is the result of the union of our spirit with a body of flesh which has in it the D.N.A of our natural parents, the record of sin through the previous generations of our ancestors according to the flesh.
Our spirit soon loses the memory of the presence of God and its destiny because it is clothed with a body, and must be awakened.
If our spirit is not awakened we become lost, no longer having a share in the image of God. If our spirit is not aware of the image of God, it cannot grow and develop; it loses its connection with the life of God flowing out of heaven, and falls asleep. We begin to live in the realm of the soul and we are not sure anymore if God exists, this happens around the age of six or seven.
When I was seven years old my natural mother died of a heart attack. I was in the living room with my mother watching a T.V. show with her called Adam 12. I was playing with some hot wheel cars and she was making a sound like snoring, like she could no longer breathe.
My natural father came into the room and left and called the ambulance. And they took me next door to the neighbors, which told me that my mother was going to be O.K. I told them my mother died and went to heaven. My spirit was still very much aware of the spiritual realm. The only time I cried was when I saw my father crying, as he was trying to explain to me the next day that my mother had passed away but my spirit already knew that.
The only other thing that I can remember was the evil spirits that stood in the doorway of my bedroom, which I use to wrestle with when I went in and out of that room at night time.
I remember a year or so later when I asked my father if Santa Claus was real and he said no. I asked him if the Easter bunny was real and he said no. I asked him if God was real and he said yes. I felt a deep sense of relief, I could care less about Santa Clause, but my spirit was already falling asleep, but within it was a deep desire to know God, I didn’t know if he existed and when I was 23 years old I asked a man if he believed in God and he invited me to a bible study he had at his house, and as I surrendered my life to the Lord Ship of Jesus Christ my spirit was awakened and I became aware of the presence of God once again.