As I sit in my basement "office" (a loose term, here meaning a table shoved into a corner beside all the boxes and cement walls), studying the second commandment, I find myself distracted. By the spiders. You see, it's getting cold and like most sensible creatures, the spiders like it inside more than outside. So they're joining me.
One in particular keeps getting my attention. She's not quite as hairy as the big, dead spider on the floor. But thanks to an invisible web, she hangs in the air. Next to her are two egg sacs. At least I think that's what they are; I'm not going to dissect them or look them up on wikipedia. No, I'm just going to smush them. And her. Or maybe have the boys do it. Might as well take care of business now rather than hunting down 200 spiders in a few weeks.
(Side note: we train our young warriors to kill bugs inside but not outside. We love outside spiders, who battle alongside us against the mosquito hordes.)
And I can't help but wonder why I can't fight against my sin with the same forethought. Why I don't take seriously the egg sacs of sin that hang out, waiting to hatch hundreds of other sins that will be much harder to chase down and kill. Thankfully, though, Jesus knows this. Despite my hard-headedness, Jesus' Spirit is working even now to smush the egg sacs of sin. Through the means of grace, he's killing the "little" sins that lead to the big ones. And my calling remains the same: to keep returning to the means of grace, pleading for the Spirit's merciful sanctification. And by his grace, killing every sin I can get my hands on.
For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live. Romans 8:13