AMOTH collector made a spial journey to the coast to collect some specimens of moths not to be found elsewhere.
Shortly after sunset he proceed along the top of the cliff, armed with a pot of syrup and a brush.
Whenever he came to a thistle, he just daubed it slightly with the syrup and passed on. About midnight he returned along the same path, but this time provided with a lantern. As he stepped from thistle to thistle, his innocent victims were found clustering round the syrup, and fell, an easy prey, into the collector’s hands.
What a solemn picture this is of how Satan catches his victims! He too stalks through the land with his pot of syrup, daubing the pleasures of sin with a delusive sweetness, and soon after his victims hardened by the deceitfulness of sin, forget about their terrible danger.
Dear young friends, if you are yet unsaved, don’t let sin, that sweet morsel upon which you have fed so long, take you into a lost eternity. Turn to the Lord Jesus now, and be saved. You will find in Him a Saviour who will wash away all your sins in His own precious blood and bring you safe home to heaven.
ML-06/13/1976