This is a billboard we saw as we were driving into NYC over the holidays. I'm not here to bash Herman Cain; I don't know what he has or hasn't done, but well, OUCH.
When I saw the sign I couldn't help but think about everything the man lost for the cost (presumably) of some sinful pleasure. He had a shot at the presidency of the United States, but that's all gone up in smoke now. If he'd known the cost, would he have made different choices?
The thing is, the cost is always higher than we think it will be. Sin is not our friend. It will take us further than we ever wanted to go, keep us longer than we ever wanted to stay, and cost us more than we can ever pay.
Just ask Herman Cain . . . or any of us for that matter.
If we could only count the cost before we fall for the lie--and it IS a lie. I have a good imagination; I should be able to dream up some pretty awful consequences--I do it for my characters all the time. And we can all thank God that when I do fail, our sin isn't posted on a billboard for millions to see.
Labels: Herman Cain, sin