IT
There it was, sitting before me. Calling my name. Begging
for my touch, for my complete and utter involvement. It was
seductive. A virtual display of decadence. A delicacy beyond all
my imaginations. It couldn't have been more perfect. So inviting.
So tempting. It was everything I could have ever dreamed
of. Staring at it, piqued my interest intensely. Excitement pounded
through my veins. I became flush. My pupils dilated, my mouth watered. The first time I saw it, was simply a result of my own
curiosity, my incessant desire to explore the world around me. This
treat and the anticipation of its delight, shall I say,
took me quite by surprise. And soon I discovered I was weak. I was
just a babe playing in an adult world. It controlled all
my attention. I was unable to focus. My thoughts were vague. Voices
surrounded me. Agitated by my frustration, I squirmed. I tried to
regain control, but I was slipping fast. The task was nearly impossible.
I screamed inside. I HAD to have it. I HAD to have it,
NOW. Waiting was sheer agony.
Finally, the foreboding indulgence
came closer and was easily within my grasp. I touched it lightly at first. Testing. Not sure of the consequences attached
to such behavior. But as I had hoped, the sensation proved just
as enticing as its alluring facade. Strange. No one stopped
me. I investigated further, probing with both hands for what was
beneath the surface. I dove in unrestrained. This was how I envisioned
heaven to be. What an unexpected delight. I wallowed in the simple
wonderfulness of this newfound love. I laughed with glee.
However, in only a short amount of
time, the light of this desire began to fade. I soon grew tired
of my new amusement. I looked around. Faces were staring at me.
Laughing. Their eyes saw straight through me. I felt dirty. I looked
down. My hands held evidence of self-indulgence and cried, "Guilty".
This was not a mess from which I could easily wiggle free. I felt
the tug of a trap. Was there a way out? Could I be saved from my
incriminating predicament?
Then I heard a familiar and comforting
call. A voice that I recognized immediately. My heart filled with
hope. Help was on its way. I turned my face toward the Voice. It
was Him. As always, my Father seemed to miraculously appear before
me. He stood smiling down. Somehow, I felt no shame as he reached
out his hands and joyfully laughed aloud my name.
"Jonathan, Jonathan." he
chuckled, picking blue icing from my hair, "Looks like you
had quite a time playing with your first birthday cake. What a mess
you've made of everything. You're covered with frosting from head
to toe." Taking a wash cloth he continued, "Here son,
Let me wash away this mess."
Whispering to me in soothing tones,
He began to gently wipe away all the evidence of my youthful indiscretion.
Clean and fresh now, I patted at the few remaining smeared crumbs
on my tray, and smiled back a contented toothless grin.
Biblical
reference:
1 John 2:16
For
everything in the world--the cravings of sinful man, the lust
of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does--comes not
from the Father but from the world.
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1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive
us our sins and purify us from all
unrighteousness.
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