We used to have a bradford pear tree in our front yard. In Spring when it bloomed, it was stunningly beautiful. The blossoms were snug and plentiful. From a distance the foilage looked like snow in the branches.
But when the blooms fell off our bradford pear tree it became an evil nuisance. Pollen from the nasty blossoms coated everything in sight. The bazillion spreading blossoms gave the landscape a bad case of dandruff. And the tree stunk.
Isn’t that how sin creeps into our lives? It does for me. The lust of the eyes and the lust of the flesh entice me. The fruit looks delicious. The adventure. The thrills. All so sumptious looking. The struggle ensues. The thoughts rage. Rationale nudges me cliff-ward.
At that point I must remember to take every one of those enticing thoughts captive to the obedience of Christ. I must flee. When my ears hear a voice behind me saying, “This is the way, walk in it”, I need to walk in it.
That’s the battle. It goes on almost daily. Fortunately, I hear the Holy Spirit speak to me more clearly these days, and more often. Pulling me back from that cliff, away from that dangerous choice. And reminding me of the consequences I faced in the past when I gazed longingly at that beautifully nasty bradford pear tree.