See to it that no one misses the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.
Crawling on hands and knees, I curse (quite Christianly) the ground cover I once thought innocuous. The former owner of my home had planted it in the garden, and I, like a fool, thought it pretty.
Today, with mature beds this weed, which I’ve recently learned is Snow-On-The-Mountain, has overrun my garden and threatens to attack the town of Malone.
(Believe me, I’m not really to blame for this take-over of Malone even I could have conquered the stupid green thing with a mind of its own had I tried when it was small.)
To eliminate it, I have”
· Torn both it and my hair out by its roots.
Despite these measures, when I leave my pristine flower beds for a day, those little suckers have once more reared their ugly leaves.
In order to annihilate this invasive plant, I must root out every fiber of its root. A small section left in the ground will set out tendrils and multiply exponentially.
So, too, is the sin in our lives. At one time I thought sin was harmless. If you loved someone, then “love” him or her physically. Man created gossip as a diversion. After all, we didn’t always have iphones and ipads to amuse us. And of course, we understand, we are so much better than the rest of society—like those who make front page news (of the yucky sort).
Some sin can be conquered easily. Our spouse may have let himself/herself go, but we understand it’s better to not pursue our coworker. Other sins are like my notorious Snow-On-The-Mountain. Their roots tangle about our being. We pray, fast, confess, cover the stupid thing, and still it pops up.
What can we do?
Pray, fast, confess, read Scripture, and root it out. Unfortunately, some sin will always rear its enticing head—because it does, indeed, often beguile us.
But most important is to know sin’s nature. Don’t plant it. If we do, it will take over our lives.