Finney
swam slowly past the enticing morsel dangling just inches away; he could
almost taste the scrumptious delicacy. The young fish wanted to gobble up
the worm, but all the warnings that were drilled into his head, by the older
fish in the school kept him from doing so. Finney had his doubts about the
advice the older fish continued to give him; he did not see how something
so delicious could be dangerous. The older fish probably told the younger
fish those horror stories so there would not be as much competition for
the food.
Were the stories true? Finney decided that he would have to find out for
himself. He turned and swam back to the worm. He did not see any steel or
sharp barbed hooks; all he saw was the worm. He opened his mouth wide and
then felt a dull thud in his side. Finney's Uncle had rammed into him and
pushed him away from the worm. "What in the deep blue waters is wrong
with you!" demanded Uncle Corky. "Do you think we warn you about
the hook just for the fun of it?" Finney stammered, "I don't know,
sometimes I wonder if the stories are true."
Uncle Corky closed his eyes and said with a broken voice "Follow
me; it is time you see what the hook can do." Finney followed his
uncle to the shallows, which were close to the shoreline. Before them
were countless fish, many of which were swimming on their sides, barely
alive. Others had gaping rips in their jaws and were unable to eat. It
was a brutal site, one that Finney would not soon forget. Just then, a
bird swooped down and scooped up one of the fish that had been swimming
on its side. Uncle Corky explained that the hook had caused all this carnage.
You see the stories are true, I wish you would have believed without being
brought to the shallows.
Even as the two fish swam away, Finney recalled the stories that some
clever fish were able to take the worm without being hooked. A prideful
thought entered his mind; maybe these broken fish had not been as smart
or as fast as he was.
Day after day Finney continued to see enticing morsels floating in the
water, they came in all kinds of shapes and colors. Finney would swim
closer and closer to the bait, slowing down with each pass he took. One
fateful day the temptation got the better of Finney and he swallowed the
bait. Why it wasn't tasty at all, but tasted like plastic!
Before Finney could spit out the bait, he felt a sharp pain in his jaw
and was being pulled through the water. The young fish put up a good fight
but his strength was gone, he knew that he had lost the fight for another
day.
Boys and girls, Satan tries to tempt us to sin each day. The devil wants
to drag us away from God. Satan never grows weary of putting new types
of bait or temptation before us. Satan doesn't care what he uses or abuses
for bait, he is the father of lies and wants to destroy those whom God
loves. Put on the full armor of God so that you can resist the devil and
all his schemes.
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