Smoking in the Bathroom
O, and I must tell you that I highly represent that remark! I remember as a kid always being fascinated with smoking. No one had yet shown me the wrinkled faces, the cancer-ridden lungs, nor the patients gasping for air, yet so addicted that they kept on puffing. It just seemed so cool to blow out smoke. So, as an 8 or 9 year old boy, I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I found that almost brand new pack of Pall Mall’s laying on the side of the road. Now these were not the filtered kind, these were just the harsh straight paper and tobacco kind. I snuck those cigarettes into my pocket, went home, and showed them to my sister.
Now, while I think I’m of average intelligence, on that day we were just plain dumb. Since we couldn’t play with matches, we would just light them on the stove then run to the bathroom and smoke them, thinking that somehow my mom, who was in the house at the time, would not be able to smell them. I told you we weren’t too bright! Well, I guess you know how long that lasted. About two puffs! There was a knock on the bathroom door and when we unlocked it, our smoking days were over!
Now, go ahead, call me dumb. That’s ok, I’ll just return the favor! When it comes to sin, all of us are that dumb. We do our thing and commit our sin, thinking that somehow we can run to the bathroom, lock the door, and God will never smell our smoke. But He knows the end from the beginning, and He knows about our sin. And here’s what he says about cover-ups: “He who covers his sins will not prosper, But whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy.”