It was a community fair with an outdoor BBQ provided. The chef’s
helper sat down on the edge of a concrete flower bed. He held a cigarette in
his sanitary-gloved fingers, oblivious of any contamination.
How like life. We come to God for cleansing and then
immediately pick up whatever it is that we are addicted to, unaware of the
contamination.
Open our eyes, Lord, to see clearly.
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