I Kissed A Frog And I Liked It

I kissed a frog and I liked it.  No, not really.  And I apologize to Katy Perry for ripping off her song for my title.  I think it’s ok since she is sort of a member of the family.  You know that, right?  She got her start in Christian music, so that kind of makes her a member of the family.

But Jan really did accuse me of kissing a frog.  Why?

I had a wart.

Ever had a wart?  I had never had one in my life until a couple of months ago.  I didn’t know it was a wart.  It was in the weirdest place, between my lip and nose.  At first, I thought it was a pimple.  I thought it would go away.  It didn’t.

I kept nicking it when I shaved.  I would pick at it with tweezers.  I thought it would fester and I could pop it.  It never happened.

A funny thing happened.  Even though I knew that I needed to get it checked and removed, I kept putting it off.  I would rub it several times a day.  It became a part of me.  I couldn’t imagine what I would look like without it.

Finally I went to the doctor.  She looked at and pronounced it a wart.  The nurse numbed it and she sliced it off.  That was the most efficient way to get rid of it.  She just cut it off.  Now it’s healed.  It didn’t scar.  I’m back to normal, the way I should be.

Is that the way sin is?  We keep nicking it.  We tweeze it.  It becomes a part of us.  There is only one solution to removing it.  It has to be cut off.  And there is only one Doctor who can do it.  Only He can perform the “surgery” needed to restore us to what we should be.  He gets rid of our “warts”.

Ever had a wart???