A special evening from my tenth year still remains clear in my memory. It was one of the nights of a “gospel meeting” at Highland Church of Christ, my home church. I responded to the invitation, was baptized and gave my life to Jesus. This was to influence me the rest of my life.
Some time later that year, another event occurred which would affect the rest of my life as well. My best friend Danny and I were exploring the alley, as we often did. We walked past a trash can and noticed some Polaroid pictures had fallen out when it was emptied. They were of a half naked woman. It was our first time to see a woman’s breasts. Even at ten, we instinctively knew this was not something we should take home to show our moms. So we stashed them away. They were our little secret. It felt like a kind of passage into being more grown up, a new freedom. But it was actually a kind of slavery – a trap that would ensnare me for the next thirty- eight years.
I’m sure Eve felt like that. That she was gaining a new freedom as she picked the fruit of good and evil. She was excited enough to share it with Adam. But actually it meant slavery and death for them and all their unborn children.
What I received that day in the alley was a duality of heart. I wanted to serve the Lord, to follow him. But I also wanted to think about and have the objects of my desire.
It might not be lust that ensnares you. It might be anger, gossip or pride. It might be anxiety, greed or foul language. It might be over-eating, lying or a lack of forgiveness. What has you trapped?