Another trip to the farm and another adventure with nature... This time it was ants. As I lay under the rear of my truck, installing a hitch, it felt as though I was on rough sandpaper. Really rough; I mean like biting into my arm rough. I got out form under the truck to move the ground cover I was using when I saw the source of the 'sandpaper' in the form of tiny, albeit angry ants.
By the time I. got home some six hours later, My left arm looked as though it had a serious case of acne. Gee, thanks Mama Nature.
Is that just like sin, or what? It just creeps up on us, making us a little uncomfortable, bites into us repeatedly before we react, and then later we feel the full affect of the transgression.
This week, keep those ants of sin away from yourself and those you meet. Invite the sufferers to church and show them the Balm of Gilead and the Love of Christ.