Ditch digging

It's Friday, but Sunday's coming, isn't it?

Can't you just feel the moonshine?

Can't you just feel the ...

Nah, me neither.

But when I turned to the Proverbs this morning quite by accident, I read this: A God-loyal life keeps you on track; sin dumps the wicked in the ditch.

Wiser words were never written.

Let's explore this fine Friday in this manner ... sin takes us out of the starting gate, if life were a race. Sin knocks us down when we feel like life is rising. Sin keeps the incomplete from becoming complete. Sin keeps us from being all we can be for the one who gave all for us to be at all.

Got it?

Good.

But it is indeed Friday, and Sunday is indeed coming.

See, we all fall short, Paul wrote. We all keep making errors, mistakes, bad judgments, sin. Sin is the black cat in a bag of white kittens. Sin is the error of our ways. Sin is the uninvited traveling companion who turns out to be on the road with us forever. Sin is, er, sin.

The Bible says of a sinful life: There's a way of life that looks harmless enough; look again -- it leads straight to hell. Sure, those people appear to be having a good time, but all that laughter will end in heartbreak.

In other words, a sinful life, one without a thought of asking for forgiveness, is a painful one eventually. That's life, too.