Crabs on the Porch

Posted: January 5, 2012 in Uncategorized

I remember as a small boy an interesting event. My Dad was born and reared at Little River, SC.SO he grew up around the water and breathing salt air. Every summer we would go and visit my grandparents who now lived at North Myrtle Beach (then it was Crescent beach). One of the annual events was going crabbing. We would go to one of the waterways, or tributaries, tie fish heads on strong cord, and anchors, and toss it out. When we felt the tug of the crabs, we would pull it in and net them. Then it was home to cook and eat them.

After one very successful crabbing adventure, the basket of crabs was sitting on the back screen porch waiting to be tossed in a hot boiling pot. (Not that they knew that, really). My Dad and my uncle wwere barefoot and somehow managed to knock the basket over and crabs went everywhere. We were looking out the dining room window that overlooked the screen porch. Watching my uncle and dad fight off the crabs was quite a hilarious moment.

SOmehow sin is like that in our lives. The lusts of our flesh and the temptations that we fight are often sitting in that basket, and when we gegin to give in, we knock it over and it is everwhere. One compromise leads to another failure. Soon we are desperately trying to sweep it all away, but find in ourselves we don’t have the strength to do it. And satan looks on and laughs at us in our desperation.

Cry out to Jesus. “If we confess our sins (that means agree with God), He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from unrighteousness.” (I John 1:9).

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