People in Heaven are 'incapable' of sinning the way God is 'incapable' of sinning.
Heaven, partaking of God's divine nature, is something which is only possible if you are perfect. A perfect person doesn't commit any evil--if they committed evil, they wouldn't be perfect after all, and they wouldn't have been in Heaven.
Its sort of the flip question of "can someone in Hell repent?" Hell is the absence of any good, so any genuine feelings of remorse for sin and the seed of goodness which is allowed to bring that repentence, isn't compatible with hell.
Christians suffer in remorse for their sins, and are brought closer to perfection both in this world and in Purgatory.
(Purgatory is held by the majority of Christianity, though not all of it.)
Heaven, partaking of God's divine nature, is something which is only possible if you are perfect. A perfect person doesn't commit any evil--if they committed evil, they wouldn't be perfect after all, and they wouldn't have been in Heaven.
Its sort of the flip question of "can someone in Hell repent?" Hell is the absence of any good, so any genuine feelings of remorse for sin and the seed of goodness which is allowed to bring that repentence, isn't compatible with hell.
Christians suffer in remorse for their sins, and are brought closer to perfection both in this world and in Purgatory.
(Purgatory is held by the majority of Christianity, though not all of it.)
Mary Immaculate, star of the morning
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
