A fly in the ointment?
As Judy and I were having lunch today on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, I was reminded of this line about the fly in the ointment.
You need to have the scene set for you to understand what I am talking about.
You see - the Spanish love olive oil - and I am not talking about Popeye's girlfriend.
They lace everything with it, and I mean everything!!
We had ordered a lunch consisting of fish and a salad and of course the salad as well as the fish was swimming in olive oil. Some of the local flies were making a nuisance of themselves, one decided to join me for lunch. It came in for a landing, You guessed it - in my plate of salad and particularly in the olive oil, where I must confess I killed it and with no remorse whatsoever. The only remorse I experienced at all was the fact that it turned my otherwise healthy appetite into extreme disgust with the salad, especially when I picked the dead fly out of the olive oil and threw its lifeless body to the ground with contempt. The meal was just not the same after.
It's like preaching the truth, but only part of it.
The trouble with false doctrines are that they tend to take away people's appetite for truth and it turns them off from reading (eating) the Word of God. Jesus said to beware of false prophets.
I think false prophets are like the fly in the ointment and like the one I encountered today on the shores of the Mediterranean ;it met its Waterloo in my salad.
As Judy and I were having lunch today on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, I was reminded of this line about the fly in the ointment.
You need to have the scene set for you to understand what I am talking about.
You see - the Spanish love olive oil - and I am not talking about Popeye's girlfriend.
They lace everything with it, and I mean everything!!
We had ordered a lunch consisting of fish and a salad and of course the salad as well as the fish was swimming in olive oil. Some of the local flies were making a nuisance of themselves, one decided to join me for lunch. It came in for a landing, You guessed it - in my plate of salad and particularly in the olive oil, where I must confess I killed it and with no remorse whatsoever. The only remorse I experienced at all was the fact that it turned my otherwise healthy appetite into extreme disgust with the salad, especially when I picked the dead fly out of the olive oil and threw its lifeless body to the ground with contempt. The meal was just not the same after.
It's like preaching the truth, but only part of it.
The trouble with false doctrines are that they tend to take away people's appetite for truth and it turns them off from reading (eating) the Word of God. Jesus said to beware of false prophets.
I think false prophets are like the fly in the ointment and like the one I encountered today on the shores of the Mediterranean ;it met its Waterloo in my salad.