There’s a vent I walk past near my apartment. It blows out warm air from the ice cream shop below—thick with sugar, butter, vanilla. It’s the kind of smell that makes you want to stop and just breathe. But it’s also the smell of something killing people. Sugar—so innocent, so comforting—is quietly destroying bodies. And we don’t question it, because it feels good in the moment. Sin is the same. It rarely looks dangerous. It feels like relief. Like escape. Like control. But beneath the surface, it corrodes. Proverbs 5:3-4 says, “Her lips drip honey, but in the end, she is bitter as poison.” That’s the arc of sin: pleasure first, poison after. We crave what comforts, even when it quietly undoes us. It’s easy to be drawn in by what feels good. It’s harder to recognise the cost. But not all sweetness is safe. Not all cravings should be fed. God invites us into a different kind of hunger—one that leads to life, not decay. It rarely comes with a scent. It’s quiet. Hidden. But it satisfies. So I pass that vent, breathe in, and remember: not every craving is worth answering. Some of the deadliest things come wrapped in sweetness. Open Bible – http://bit.ly/Pro5v3-4 (Joshua B)
