Sin is like Coke.

I love coke. I don't think you guys understand my love for coke. If I'm sad, I get a coke. If I'm happy, I want a coke. It's borderline addiction. An unhealthy obsession. Coke. In a can, in a bottle, in a 2 liter. I don't care. I love COKE.

But coke doesn't love me. Coke isn't good for me. I don't benefit from it. It only gives me a temporary fix. It's not long term. Let me paint a better picture for you. I gave up soda a long time ago because I knew that it didn't benefit me at all. It makes my face swell. Anyway, the other day I bought a coke. It wasn't just a coke, it was a 2 liter. Which I consumed in one afternoon. You see, I can't have coke in moderation. I have zero self-control when it comes to the delicious fuzzy red labeled goodness.

A lot of times we do that with sin. We have sin. Hidden sin. The sin we don't want everyone to know about. We think if we keep it quiet, it isn't hurting anyone. Months later, we feel the effects of that sin eating away at us. It's like my coke situation. While I'm drinking a whole 2 liter, I don't feel bad about it. Then about 2 days later, I try to take a selfie and BOOM, bloating.

Our external actions or even appearance start to change. People might wonder what in the world is happening to us. We just use the excuse, oh I'm just tired. Or whatever excuse you use. You know exactly what I'm writing about. You know exactly what that sin is that you keep running back to time after time after time. The bible talks about a dog returning to its vomit. That's EXACTLY what it looks like.

I mean seriously, how healthy is eating your own vomit? How healthy is it for me to keep returning to my coke? How healthy is it for you to continue to return to your sin?