His spirit was shown an addictively sweet yet slow type of poison. Though it was, indeed, poison the process of it taking hold would be slow and smooth. The feigned sweetest of it whispered to, and smiled, at him. Its false softness offered him comfort and companionship. Knowing the dangers of it, but momentarily choosing to ignore them, he decides to taste the poison. He calculates it's rate of impact and decides he has time to savor it. He figures there is time to enjoy it before it seeps in deep enough to do any damage. In this mental back & forth he believes he is talking to himself but he is bargaining with an entity that seeks solely to bring him to his demise.
He tries just a small bit of the poison and it grabs hold of him. A hold so tight that it intertwines its veins with his. It is no longer a thing of fear. It is now his new best fake friend - sent as a vehicle to his demise. He loves the friend. The friend hates him.
This is temptation. The idea of doing what is forbidden or sinful often presents itself as a thrill, temporary enjoyment, false relief, or something addictively sweet. But, indeed, entertaining this type of temptation leads to poison. It is a spiritual poisoning that can cause us to become comfortable with doing wrong. Once inside it hides so well. Deep inside the passageways of the soul. And it never wishes to leave.
May we recognize temptation and all of its performative attempts to be sweet to us. May we avoid tasting it so it never takes hold. If it has then may we be cleansed, forgiven, strengthened, protected and continuously guided.
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