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There was a village, where people co-existed rather peacefully.
One day, a lion appeared out of no where, prowling silently. The villagers spotted the lion. Some just stood and looked at the lion, saying to each other, "wah, the stripes so beautiful...". And they agreed with each other. Needless to say, the lion pounced on them, without knowing what hit them.
A number of them stood there and scream their lungs out. "Arrgh, Lion, Help! Help!" Their legs refusing to budge. The lion pounced on them, killing them with a swipe of its paw.
Many villagers came out with their pots and pans, soup ladles, garden rakes, and such. The lion overpowered them in an instant, all shared the same sad fate.
A few villagers came out with their machetes, or parangs so to speak. They swing it at the lion in an attempt to wound it, they succeeded. But the lion, being agile, manoeuvred swiftly and attacked them from behind. Pouncing on them, crushing them with its weight.
In the middle of the village, there was a sniper charged with the security of the village. He spots the lion far away from his command post, aims and shoots. Killing the lion before it approached the centre of the village.
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The lion represents sin.
People enjoy, revel in sin. Not knowing of the danger, thinking it is fine. Not knowing what happen only till something happens. Usually when it happens, it is already too late. Sin does not come bearing fangs, or with a sticker on its head saying "I am sin, run away". It comes unexpected, under the disguise of good intentions, with no signs of danger.
Some recognises sin. But they are trapped by addiction, a lack of will to get out of it. Entrapped by an intangible prison, in various forms from differing sources. They return to sin, trying to run from it, but to no avail. Cries of desperation, lack of hope.
Then there are those who are taught right from wrong, black from white and such. But when met with temptations, sinful desires, their life lessons become similar to that of a futile resistance. Their weapon is that of pots and pans. They put up a fight nonetheless, but they too, get beaten down by the barrages of attacks of sin.
A small group of people, who possesses strong will power. They are able to resist the temptations and desires the devil put forth. But the devil hardly attacks in only one direction, area of our life. There is no such rule as "attack once a day only". We could be struggling with anger, lust, envy, etc putting up a good fight until another situation comes. And another and another. Will power is no longer sufficient to hold us up, we get crushed under the weight of sin, situations we might be in.
The last group of people, are those who abide, live by the word of God. They are able to discern sin under the various facades it hides under, being alert at all times. (1 cor 16 vs 13) Our command post is Jesus Christ, the solid rock on which we firmly stand on. (1 Peter 5 vs 9) On it, sin does not have a hold on us, it shall not reach us. Word of God, is our sniping gun, we do not just wound it, we crucify the sinful nature. (Galatians 5 vs 16 & 24)
The word of God, seeks out sin and destroys sin, before it reaches our inmost being and bearing the fruit of death.
Sometimes, the sin is just too overwhelming, we think how on earth can we possibly get out of it, we feel like we are hitting against an iron wall. Faith in God, Trust in God, Counting on God, are just some of our various ammunitions against the work of the devil.
Sin can be too overwhelming for us, i agree. But i know for a fact, that it will never, ever be overwhelming for God. The devil has many methods to bring us down, but we just need one to bring him down in our lives. God.
Our friends, family, people who do not know the love of God, are those who we are charged with by God to protect, and deliver from the clutches of death.
Being the only sniper can be lonely, I would rather be in a village of snipers, what say you ?
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