The Lion

While visiting a zoo in the Midwest, a young man decided to play with the lions. No doubt they were cute; fluffy manes, great padded feet, a steady purr and liquid yellow eyes. If looks could kill… they were without a doubt drop dead gorgeous. The lions looked at the man climbing the fence and patiently wagged their tails. None of them moved as he crossed the pen and reached out to rub a female lion’s ears. The male lion watched as the female arose and turned her back to the man. The young man smiled and approached the male. Then, with a bound, the great male, leader of the pride, brought the man down. In a second his jaws were around the startled man’s head, his teeth sinking into his skull. The females joined in the fun, tearing at the intruder’s belly with their claws, ripping him to shreds with their teeth. Before the screams of other visitors summoned help, the lions had partially eaten their optimistic guest.

How often we deceive ourselves into thinking that sin can be tamed. Its pleasures and beauty appear innocuous. The delusion of safety allows us to approach, enticed by adventure, pride, romance or the promise of easy money. Nothing really bars the way; a thin line easily crossed, the object of our desire waiting for our embrace. But once we grab hold of the goal, once we take our first or second helping, something from the depth of hell arises in an instant, drowning out our cry for help with a victor’s roar, tearing apart our soul more quickly than we can move away.

The creature then resumes its gentle form behind the fence and watches and waits for its next guest.

“Stolen waters are sweet and bread eaten in secret is pleasant, but he knows not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell” – Proverbs 9:17,18.