the making of a wound

Let us throw off everything that hinders 
and the sin that so easily entangles. 
Hebrews 12:1

There's a small scar running across the top of my left foot that slightly annoys me every time I catch a glimpse of it.   

A couple of months ago, we were walking down the sidewalk to one of our favorite restaurants.  A long strand of dried blade grass had blown into the path and I didn't see it until it was already tangled around my foot.  I stepped on it with my right foot to free myself and when I did, the blade of grass sliced across the top of my left foot like the blade of a knife.  It wasn't a deep cut, but it bled profusely.  I ended up fashioning a makeshift bandage out of an extra napkin.  The whole scene was ridiculous. 

One minute, I'm strolling along along a familiar sidewalk in the middle of the day and the next, I'm tangled up in some unforeseen, seemingly innocuous blade of grass - and then I'm wounded and bleeding.

Yea, life's a lot like that sometimes.

And so is sin.  

Looking at the scar now, the incident has become more of a parable, recounting the lessons I've learned - or more-often failed to learn - from the most difficult, self-inflicted wounds.  Although admittedly, the shallow scar across my foot pales in comparison to the deeper ones left on my heart.

It's a parable of this path and the obstacles we're often blind towards - many times because we're walking in a sense of faux security.  After all, who expects to be tangled up and assaulted by a rogue piece of blade-grass while walking along a suburban sidewalk on a sunny afternoon?

We're instructed to walk sober-minded and alert, but more often than not I'm more along the lines of tipsy and distracted.  And our enemy, the one that prowls like a roaring lion, is watching and waiting, "seeking whom he may devour".  One misstep and we're entangled, in blade-grass or the lion's den.  Sometimes both.

 And it's the untangling that leaves us mangled.  

That is the making of a wound - that in time, if we do not agitate it, fades to a scar.  And our scars can either remind us of our failings, or they can remind us of our freedom, so that we can walk again - more wisely.  Until we can learn to run.

And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.  
We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.
Hebrews 12:2


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