No More Window Shots

Outside of my office window there is a plum tree.  This is the time of year that the tree casts its fruit on the ground where the fermentation process is well on its way.  What follows in inevitable.  The birds swoop in and gorge themselves on the now-thin-skinned fruit, literally into an eating frenzy. 

Then the window hits commence...

Monday morning I had two between 8:30 and 9 AM.  More followed that days and the next.  Basically, the birds become drunk off of the fruit and literally go nuts. 

It's a reminder to me of our lives the past several years.  During days of plenty prior to the recession, our community gorged itself on nearly everything that was available to us.  We got so caught up in what was around us that when the times turned too many found themselves crashing out of control into anything hard that was nearby us.

Sin has a way of doing that.  It's great for a season as we gorge ourselves on the rush or temporary satisfaction it provides.  But after it runs it's course, it's a dead end street with no outlet - except to go back the way we came.

I remember in driver's ed learning how to navigate a three point turn, perfect for getting out of a dead end street.  I've used it many times and have become deft at getting turned around in tight spots, even when we had large SUV's.  What's most exciting about the remedy for sin is that it doesn't require a three point turn, but a one-eighty.  Yes, I'm speaking of a complete turnaround; going one direction and then to be completely turned around and facing another in a moment's notice.  There is only one requirement; to appropriate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ in our spiritual heart. 

No more window shots...