The Demise of the Moth

At work one night, Mom saw a moth. This moth was so intent upon reaching the light of a light bulb (for who knows what reason) that it would hit it forcefully. Each time this happened, pieces of the poor creature would fall off. Eventually it hit the light one last time, and fell to its death. "Foolish moth," some might say.

True, the moth was foolish. But are we any different? Our eyes are attracted to the fanciful glow of sin, and we, as it were, hit the "light bulb" and fall down. We run to it, expecting to be welcomed, only to be burned. Some of us have been burned once too many, fallen too far, and we never again rise to tread the road of this life. History is littered with thousands upon thousands of lives thus spent. And yet it seems that most of us who remain alive give it no more than a quick glance of pity or a sad comment, so to speak, as we pass by before continuing on our way-not daring to think that we could be the next victim. Some might be more discerning, and exercise caution for a time, but then the impression fades, and they too meet a sad end.

Then there are those few, it would seem, that pause beside the remnants of those destroyed and consider. They mark the burns and the bruises, all the while pondering what that life could have been, had it not fallen under the spell of the "light bulb." They resolutely turn aside from this false source of illumination, and seek instead to behold the splendor of "…the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world" (John 1:9), even Jesus.

I want to be one of them, don't you?

Sincerely,
Jean