The pleasures of sin

The pleasures of sin….

This morning has been a very interesting one so far.  During the evening while he should have been sleeping, Simon decided to indulge in the pleasure of applying scissors to his hair.
He seems to have dropped off to sleep and forgotten all about it until this morning when one of his brothers noticed it.
Some of the points which come to mind are that we can get carried away in the pleasure of the moment without giving due regard to the future.   That there are some things which can’t be undone – even though we may wish eagerly that they would be.  That Jesus, as it were, wore the consequences of our secret misdeeds and that, through Him, God, our loving, kind Heavenly Father, is willing to freely forgive us.  That those whose way of life involves secretly indulging in naughtiness of one sort or another, whether or not the consequences become apparent to anyone in this life, will have their misdeeds made public (now won’t THAT be embarrassing?!). (luke 8v17).
Now of course cutting ones hair is not a sin (the Apostle Paul cut his own hair, as one of the other children pointed out) and there are very many things that any of us can indulge in which ARE called sin by the Almighty.  Maybe those of his siblings who gloated over Simon and called him names actually incurred greater disapproval from their Heavenly Father than they suspect.   However, we would all be a good deal poorer if we failed to learn the lessons which come our way and I trust that Simon, at least, is the wiser for the activities of last evening.

It is easy to be remorseful merely because of the consequences of our actions and that does us no eternal good.   But if it is used as a stepping stone to a consideration of sin as God sees it, then repentance will  do its work and peace will be restored.

Simon took comfort in the knowledge that his hair would grow again.  I pointed out to him that both the short bits and the long bits would grow…  Needless to say it was necessary to cut his hair.  I thought that he had suffered enough in the first 2 hours of today so I cut his hair all to one length – I daresay he will feel the cold somewhat and the Christmas photos, when he looks back, should be sufficient to prompt him to gain wisdom from the events of last evening.