I love eating fish, but no, I could never eat lobster.
Any fish that has been dead for a couple of days is okay so I have no thoughts about feasting on shrimp, flounder, and salmon. Tuna...well, since it smells like cat food, I'll pass.
But Lobster is different. Seeing it alive in the tank, comfortable, surrounded with its friends, I mean look at them, life is good, they're happy.
Then... I come along... point at it, and pronounce the death sentence. Twenty minutes later, I'm dipping its tender parts in a garlic butter sauce...
Sin too, is like that. It looks inviting and desirable for a season, but in the end it's terribly misleading and leads to death.
To illustrate my point, the following story is seen from the lobster's point of view:
"Ahhh, life is good! I'm with my friends, Lucy, Rickey, Ethyl, and of course, Alma. Gosh, is she HOT! I get weak in my all legs whenever she’s around. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes from popping out every time she crawls by. (Sigh)
Sin seems nice for a season-ing,
We have each other; all of us live together in our own little ocean. We don’t bother anyone and no one bothers us. We eat well. And often. The water is always clear, never polluted. The water temperature couldn't be better. I'm a little plump, but what can I say... Everyday is beautiful.
Althought I wonder about some of our comrades strangely disappearing. I remind everyone "Hey, look around us, we're being looked after! I bet when that five-fingered claw comes down from the sky and take us away, it's taking us someplace even more fantastic! So cheer up--
Hey, speaking of claws, here it comes now! ME! ME! ME! TAKE ME! Yippie, my turn! OH, it's taking Alma too. Hubba hubba, we'll be doing the mud bug waltz tonight.
“See Alma, I told you it'd be okay, look how gentle it treats us. Say, isn't that Harry over there?" I point, "There, on that table? HARRY! HARRY, IT'S ME, 'FRED'. Hey, why you ignoring me, just lying there like a bump on a shrimp. Well then Mr. Stuck up... be that way!
Look Alma. It looks like we're gonna have an aquarium all to ourselves (wink, wink).
Here we go-- HEY-- WAIT A SEC, THE WATER'S BOILING, BUBBLING LIKE A...A... THERMAL SPRING. NO! HOLD ON--CAN'T WE TALK THIS OVER-- I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
but the end is death!
Lord, help me to avoid it’s clutching claw, and rest in your loving hands!