Into the Fire

. . . if I could. It's not that I absolutely want to do these things. In fact, I've done them already in my lifetime. They offered pleasure for the moments of indulging them. Not so much afterward.

So I say whimsically, I would do the following things if they weren't harmful to me. It's just that they are – and were. So that's that really.

However, the real reason I don't do them is because they would not be pleasing to the Lord. If I did them, I would be in direct disobedience to Him. And they just aren't worth it. Not even a little.

But here they are anyway because I'm feeling a bit "confessionary". Is that a word?

I'd smoke. I know. I know. I haven't had a cigarette since 1977. Some of you weren't even alive then. That's when I quit. I was skinny when I smoked. However, no doubt I feel much better being a non-smoker.

I'd have a drink now and then with the stipulation I wouldn't ever feel even slightly drunk. Been there, done that. Don't want it.

So what would you do – if you could? Anyone else feeling "confessionary"?

Father, thank you for your instructions to me and your protection of me. Thank you for your rescue, Jesus. Thank you for your divine revelation, Holy Spirit. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.