My one-year old son has discovered the wonder of bubbles. Repeatedly blowing them lately during his bath time, I was blessed to observe a pattern emerge from his interaction with them. As I blew on the freshly dipped bubble wand, his eyes traced the line of bubbles that formed. Shinning and shimmering in the light of our bathroom, his gaze inevitably zoomed in on a few surviving bubbles that came near him. Still being too young to chase after them, he waited patiently for them to come within arms reach. Narrowing his selection down to just a choice few, he would extend his hands to touch them with his tiny, chubby little fingers. Much to his disappointment, the bubbles burst at his touch. But, he only had to wait a few saddened seconds before the next round of bubbles would file out from the bubble wand as I blew a fresh batch. This cycle would repeat itself as long as I was willing to sit on the side of our bathtub and blow the bubbles his way.
In thinking on this, I have found that sin is much the same. It dazzles us as it emerges upon the scene of our lives. Attractive and alluring, the longer we gaze upon it, the more bedazzled we become by it. Then, narrowing our selection to a choice few, as the temptations seem to come within reach we reach out to lay ahold of it, only to find it empty and deceptive. However, like my son, we only have to wait short time before the next wave of sinful temptations come along.