Her voice cuts through the clutter, her message is beautifully encoded. She is in the right place at the right time to be heard. Folly, the seducer, is offering her dish.
“Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”
The ambiance of her place is immaculate, the service is above par. Not for one minute does she leave you without attention. If she lets you think, you might come to your senses. If she moves aside, you may focus on more than her cleavage. If she stops flirting, you may observe all the dead, rotten flesh of men, laying under the table. If she turned off the baby making music, you would hear the annoying alarm of the buzzing flies. She is a master of distraction and disguise.
Look again at her menu. Sweet water and pleasant bread. Bread and water have always been considered a punishment. a punishment so severe it’s classified as cruel and unusual. Add the words sweet and pleasant and somehow it just doesn’t seem that bad.
Sweet Sin and Pleasant Disobedience still pay the same wage. Death.
Father, may my eyes always see what’s real. Please tune my hearing to the truth. Set blinders on my eyes, allowing me only to see the path you’ve set before me. May I only feast at the table you prepared for me and speak only when it’s worth it. Walk with me, be my guide. In Jesus name. Amen