February 2, 2020

Temptation comes knocking. You answer. You fail to resist. You suddenly partake of something you should have avoided. Now guilt doesn’t even knock. It just storms in your heart. It takes a seat at your table. Then come the companions. Shame. Regret. Anger. Justification; and he’s a smooth talker. And they all have friends. You now associate with thoughts and feelings, opening doors to new ideas. Let’s try this and let’s go there. The visiting temptation is now a stronghold of digressing characters. You are losing yourself. Your faith changes. Your friends change. You are now angry at the things that used to bring you peace. You despise the conversation of things that used to bring you a smile and heartfelt happiness. Your morality is compromised. You have to change your theology. What used to spark conviction in the furnace of your faith is now water logged, quenched by new ideas, with barely a steam of what used to burn so spiritually vibrant in you. And then your appetite changes. New tastes cater to your newly developed desires and ambitions. Here, try this. A menu of options brewed in darkness, chilled in hate, and infused with deception. You hated it when you stayed in the altar, but it’s an acquired taste now. Flavors of sacrilege. Seasonings of contentious sarcasm. Bitter herbs of religious arrogance.

Mutual interests of moral revisionists abound. Allied causes of liberal wizards of perverse legislation increases. Let us be careful to resist fitting our pieces with the wrong puzzles. We don’t put a puzzle piece from a mountain picture in a puzzle that depicts the ocean with no mountains. It’s mismatched, like a plaid patch on a striped pair of pants. Yet, everyday someone leans toward the setting sun of sin, and decide to partner with Sodom and Gomorrah spirits of the Last Days. We must hold fast the faith once delivered to the Saints. Listen now…

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