Christmas is long gone but some things just won’t go. Take, for example, this cookie tin. Late last night, I stumbled into our dimly lit kitchen to get a glass of water. And I spied it, half way open, on my way out. I took quick glances around me, picked a couple and in the deep of night, gave thanks and sat down to eat. And now, I just did the dinner dishes and what do I see again? The cookie tin. Half open. Again. Am not into this alone, apparently. But lest I have Mona and the girls (in the living room only yards away) point at me, and laugh me to scorn, I elect to not investigate. It’s January 5th and my cookie intake should be back down to zero. So what am I supposed to do? The apostle Paul shared my dilemma. The Message Paraphrase bible relays it well: “It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands, but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.” PS. Now, is it me or have you noticed, there’s no sound louder than the crunch of something you are not supposed to eat;-)