I crawled back into bed after a quick trip to the restroom. Ever so quietly so I wouldn’t wake anyone up I returned to my bed to sleep.
Then it hit me.
Suddenly and without warning. A searing pain from my hip across my back and down my leg.
Forget being quiet, just scream.
I do not know if the terrible little creature climbed into my bed and was waiting for me, or if it hitched a ride on my pajamas. I didn’t even know it was coming and never thought to check.
But I knew once it bit me.
A screaming mother in the middle of the night wakes everyone up. After checking all the blankets and everyone’s beds, they went back asleep. I lay in bed holding a compress on the bite.
The proof was about six inches long and three inches wide. It held a fever for three days. It is still there a week later, a reminder, but no longer is tender to the touch. I wonder how long the scar will last.
Sin is similar.
We get into a comfortable spot and let down our guard. When we are tired, have needs and just don’t stop to evaluate our environment or actions; the enemy awaits.
Then it hits us. And when it hits, it hurts. It usually doesn’t effect just one individual, the ripples spread to those closest to us. Those waves bring fear, concern and hurt. The scars remain, often serving as reminders for years to come.
Is there a sin compress? Something to draw out those poisons and speed the healing?
An activated charcoal and onion poultice just isn’t going to do it.
But Jesus can.
He has promised to wipe it away, throw it into the sea, and forget about it. The sin is going to cause pain, and the scar may linger, but until you get the poison out – it just isn’t going to heal.
Did you get stung by something?
There are no appointments needed and no co-pay , just stop in and see the Great Physician.
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