Enticement

There is a certain illusionary quality of the reality we're limited to by our senses. I think the enemy uses this fact to his advantage with great success. What seems to us good and perfect, sweet and innocent, nourishing and renewing, can in reality be the road to death. We can be enchanted, persuaded, and ultimately deceived that wrong is right; that a little is alright, so long as it does not turn into a lot. A minor indulgence here, and the pain will be salved. All the wrong in our world, we are so shrewdly and passively convinced, could be changed to right with the addition or subtraction of one little thing, or one particular person, or one elusive time and place. The coercion is applied by our enemy as a sweet longing. We begin to tell ourselves that the wrong we yearn to call right is innocent. Horrifically, we begin to believe that it is somehow made pure by the assertion that we deserve it. We didn't get it - what we expected - how, when, and where we expected it, or enough of it, so we swallow whole the lie that in this unlawful context in which it is presented, the righteous thing to do is take it: a trivial indulgence. Wrong will never turn into right, no matter the circumstance. This existence, this reality and its illusionary tendencies, would fool and shipwreck even this fool, were it not for beacons of light blazing brightly from the shore.