I have a Whisperer at Bible Club.

She sidles up to me, cupped hands around her mouth, ready to whisper shocking details about any of the other little kids sitting nearby.

This week, it was, “Sarah, did you know that [so and so] said he was going to steal [so and so’s] bike?!”

“We won’t gossip about it though,” I tell her, winking. She shrugs dismissively. She was hoping I would be scandalized by the sinfulness of her neighbor. 

In one way, sin is always a scandal. Whether it’s whisp...