A tangled snare begins quite small, but quickly grows either into a thing of beauty or it takes advantage of other living things to sustain itself.
Beneath the surface it worms it’s way through the fertile soil and takes hold of each and everything in its path. Slowly it saps the life out of the gems of the garden – choking, squeezing, cutting off all defense,
The garden – the farmer’s field – the soul of man. We all fall victim to the evil that lies below. It may come when we least expect it. We may not even see it coming. It can deceive us with it’s enticing appearance, but we can’t ignore it.
Our minds, our bodies, our hearts are all susceptible. The trap has been set. Our inborn sin and foolishness pulls us in, but something clings tightly – with a fervency and omnipotence our minds can’t comprehend. Some might call it instinct, some see it as their positive aura or conscience.
I believe the force compelling us to let go belongs to our precious Savior. When He died upon the cross, He surrendered to the will of His Father. Through His death, our sin died with Him. When He rose again on the third day, He proved that He had conquered the devil. He invested His life so that we would never die. He lives to show us that we will also live forever.
Satan has no more power over us. Jesus’ strength defeated him. His strong arms will never let us go. All we need to do is surrender and live for Him.
