Inspired by a viral internet story, The Oath by Frank Peretti, and a reflection on life.
The boy squealed in glee as his new pet wrapped itself around his fingers – a spotted python. He named it Sinbad.
Everyday, the boy would feed Sinbad and play with it. The two were inseparable; each night, the boy put Sinbad beside his pillow as it entwined itself around his wrist.
Years later, the boy had grown into a young man, and Sinbad a majestic creature with scales that glistened in the sun. Spanning four-metres, it was a sight to behold.
“Sinbad, you have to eat…”
The snake ignored the wriggling mouse being dangled over its head, its forking tongue dancing wildly.
That night, Sinbad’s cold deadly eyes fixed itself on the young man. For an entire week it had been saving it’s appetite for this prize (that’s what pythons do, they stretch out their stomachs and make space for big prey). Stretching out its body, Sinbad’s fanged mouth opened wide. The young man awoke to a sharp piercing pain, but it was too late. His screams drowned out by Sinbad’s malicious hissing.
Some times, we entertain sin because of the temporary happiness it brings. Like the young boy, we keep Sin as a pet for companionship. We feed it, and it grows stronger and stronger… At first it seems beautiful, like Sinbad’s majestic exterior. But only until the day that we learn we were never its master; it’s too late once we’re completely consumed by it. This is Truth we have to learn to grapple with. You might ask, did the young man survive? That depends on his choices… But one thing’s for sure, if you sleep with sin, be sure that it’ll bite back one day.