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 As a teenager, I acquired a German shepherd – the son of a junkyard dog. In that locale and time along the shores of Wall Lake, it was the norm to let dogs have freedom to wander the neighborhood.  Thus, Lobo established himself as canine king of the neighborhood. He also protected our yard and even my little sister from aliens, monsters and creepazoids.

Somewhere along the line, he began to chase the neighbor’s cattle.  I don’t know whether he fell in with a bad crowd or established the bad crowd in dogdom. The cattle owner let it be known that any dogs chasing his cattle would meet the business end of his shotgun, and rightfully so.  No one imagines that his/her dog had joined a gang of hoodlums, including me.  Not until the day Lobo came limping home with his quota of buckshot in his hide.

Once he healed up, he went right back at it.  He would not quit.  He loved his sin and was willing to risk getting shot again.  He should never have crossed the line in the first place.

Oh how the human mind justifies behavior, no matter the consequences. How much better to never cross the line than having to break an addiction, cease a sin, or repair a marriage or friendship. God has given us the avenue to avoid Satan catching us in the same trap of sin over and over again. Replace the sin with godliness and loyalty to Him.

“And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will.”  II Timothy 2:26.

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