It Blowed Up

I got food poisoning again. What the pho. Something tells me I won't be eating pho for a long time. Vomiting was extremely painful especially the 5th time in a row. It got to a point where I knew I had to relieve myself but didn't want to because I was so exhausted. "Please, no more." So I just sat in front of the toilet in the middle of the night praying that God will take this cup (of pho) away from me.

And then just barfed it all out. Man, talk about instant 6 packs... again (6+6?), inside and out.

All this got me thinking...

Like a dog that returns to his vomit is a fool who repeats his folly.

Proverbs 26:11

Dayumm~ not yummy at all. That's like ouch in my heartache (pronounced heart-'H').

... thinking about the pain involved for correction (in this case, for my body to correct itself) - instant satisfaction is never ever worth anything.

'We are all diagnosed with a terminal illness called sin and it has a 100% success rate that leads to death.' Whatchu gonna do about it? (Actually Pastor Paul's quote was something like "We are all diagnosed with a terminal illness called life and has a 100% success rate and our only cure is death.") But for the sake of saking the sake of... we'll let it be.

Here are the first words of Jesus in the gospel of Mark:

"The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel."

Mark 1:15

The system kicks out the sin as you vomit it out. Now imagine eating that crap all over again... every... single... time. (fyi: majority of food poisoning is due to intake of fecal matter - yuck.) Consequences peoples. Consequences.

But

There is peace like a river.

There is joy like a fountain.

There is love like an ocean.

There is blood that was shed for our sins.

Let's keep swimming.