The Persistent Honey Trap

I rode my bicycle down to the office to recertify my housing assistance. My portion of rent raised by $100.00 although none of my income did. It’s just another very long list of things that defies all reason, but I carry on with the seal of the Spirit of Christ in my thoughts. I’m not blowing any head gaskets. What I’m writing about today is what I experienced on my return home.

As I was heading to my apartment, I had to approach two girls who were outside with their mom’s dog. They are at least in their 30’s and visit their mom from time to time. When approaching them, they giggled, smiled, and their tone of voice sounded sweet like honey and smoother than oil. Sincerely, they sounded very girlish, friendly, and flirtatious. They wore shorts and baseball hats; they were attractive enough. But it was far from being in the Spirit of Jesus Christ, they would have turned away from any Christian conversation. I turned left just 12 feet from them, and their tone of voice became a lot less girlish and flirtatious and more hateful. As I headed for my front door and progressing further away from them, their tone became all hateful and not girlish at all. The implication is if I accept the mark of the beast and quit Jesus Christ then I would be a part of their fellowship.

That experience with the girls today is something that has always occurred over the years. I’ve learned that the girlish, sweet, and flirtatious sounds are nothing more than a honey trap. The smiles and friendliness are not sincere and heart-felt but are tactics that the human robots use. The human robots live by the mark of the beast, and they are using sounds to seduce others into the lifestyle against the Bible, God, and Jesus Christ. I choose Jesus Christ.

At the age of 63, I think it’s ridiculous to think that after all these years something is going to change within my social life. I think the internal government will continue to torture me until they see my obituary. They torture me with all the missed opportunities on this earth to have my heart’s desires. I will cling to the change that Jesus Christ has made in my life. My real heart’s desire is to live for God, and while they read my obituary my name will be read from the Lamb’s Book of Life.

“My son, pay attention to my wisdom, turn your ear to my words of insight,
that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.
For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;
but in the end, she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword.'”
Proverbs 5:1-4