Crossroads, forks, junctures… they are the inevitable moments woven through the story line of our lives. The truly notable ones become defining moments, impacting the course of our lives for better or worse. Sadly, the later often occupy the more prominent place within our memories.
Despite the knowledge that my past sins are both forgiven and forgotten where God is concerned, those pivotal moments still float up to the surface now and again to replay with torturous clarity in my mind.
Like a slow motion movie scene that foreshadows a collision, I am forced to acknowledge that I clearly saw it coming but willfully rejected the choice that would have prevented it. Lacking the supernatural ability to “remember them no more” (Isaiah 43:25), those junctures remain fixed in my memory; denoting the forks in the road that altered the direction of my life.
We all harbor haunting memories. Like ghost echoes carried on mournful breezes over the landscape of our journey, they recall the moments we uttered yes when a simple no would have spared us pain. My echoes include the ‘I do’ choked out through the lump in my throat, the ‘click’ of a bedroom lock that should have been the click of my high-heels exiting the front door, the reverberating ‘thump’ of a judges gavel where tears of reconciliation should have fallen–each moment preceded by a still small voice and followed by a sinking feeling in my gut.
I’m sure Eve had them too. How many times, do you suppose, the crunch of that apple echoed in her mind? The question is, Why did I ever take a bite of the apple in the first place? How did I fall prey to that ancient lie–that partaking of the apple would somehow add to my life? To this day the sour taste of that apple remains in my mouth.
King David knew a little something about the sour taste of that apple as well. Perhaps he was remembering back to his own ‘moments’ when he penned these words:
The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making wise the simple.
… they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb.
I will always have the freedom to bite that apple because free will is my gift from the Creator. Even as a Christ follower, I am free to choose sin that promises to bring pleasure for a season (1Corinthians 10:23) but is guaranteed to leave a bitter aftertaste.
The good news is that God’s word tells me I am no longer a SLAVE to that darn apple! The moment I received Jesus Christ as my Savior, I became a “new creation”, emancipated from sin and truly free to CHOOSE.
No longer subject to governance by my sin nature, I have been empowered to be a partaker of His righteousness (2 Peter 1:4) and to enjoy HIS fruits: love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23).
They are righteous fruits that leave no bitter aftertaste, no regret, no sorrow, no pain ―just the sweet taste of honey on my lips!