If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that I’m a horrible klutz. An extremely horrible klutz! I’m always getting myself into silly situations. Years ago, when I went on a missions trip to Uruguay, I managed to keep my clumsy tendencies under control—at least until one fateful Sunday morning when I woke up freezing. I scrambled quickly into my dressy clothes and then stood with my back to a heater trying to warm my chilly legs. When I finally warmed up, I turned around and heard my roommate gasp, “Yikes! Is that a hole in your skirt?”
Spinning around, I tried to see the back of my velvety skirt. For a moment, I closely resembled a puppy chasing its tail. Eventually, I went to a mirror and took a good look. The heater had melted a hole that was roughly the size of a salad plate into the back of my skirt. I gasped. I had no idea what type of material my skirt was made out of, but I was lucky I hadn’t caught on fire. I was also lucky that I had a friend who hadn’t let me leave the room in such an undignified condition.
I’ve thought quite a bit about that hole over the years, and I still can’t believe that I didn’t feel my skirt melting. And worse—I can’t believe how close I came to flashing my underpants to a whole Uruguayan church. The more I’ve thought about that hole, the more a truth has been revealed. You see, I think sin is a lot like that Uruguayan heater. The minute you get close to it, you put yourself in danger. If you don’t move away, your skirt begins to melt, and you open yourself up to destruction, ridicule, and embarrassment. And if you keep on going, you might just flash your underpants to a whole group of people. (Oh, the horror!!!) You never manage to get away with sin—it always leaves a mark.
Sin is such a hideous thing. It starts out small and innocent. It seems easy to control. It’s like a tiny spark that slowly grows into an ember that turns into a small flame that gradually increases into an uncontrollable inferno. I didn’t realize I was getting into trouble when I stood by that heater, but I ended up ruining my favorite skirt. I think that’s the way sin works. You usually don’t realize you are in trouble until it’s too late. I’m so grateful to my friend who pointed out the hole in my skirt before I embarrassed myself, and today, if you’re getting just a little too close to sin—let me be that friend for you. “YIKES!!! IS THAT A HOLE IN YOUR SKIRT?? FOR GOODNESS SAKE, GET AWAY FROM THAT HEATER!!!!”
(Lol!! Hey, you try to find a Bible verse about melted skirts, space heaters, and sin—it simply isn’t there!!)
Have a wonderful day, my friends!!