Feb 10, 2009
The Wage of Sin is Death
I don't know quite what happened to me last night but in the middle of the night, I woke up to a painful bite on my finger. This is pretty much an expected thing anymore, but last night I lost it. I got out of my mosquito net, I grabbed my sleeping sheet/bag and violently shook it because I wasn't sure if the foe was a mosquito or a bed bug, and then I grabbed the "mosquito zapper" (which Eli and I used to think was a dumb idea and now we love it) and I began a rampage against mosquitoes, killing every mosquito in sight. No matter that it was only one or two that deserved it. No matter that I couldn't possibly prevail against the 10 trillion mosquitoes in the neighborhood. I was wrathful. Maybe it was because I had listened to a presentation by Viviene the bible woman from Virginia, talking about "the wages of sin is death" (shouldn't it read the wages of sin are death? I have always wondered about that bad syntax). Or maybe it was because that stupid bug had bitten my "angry finger" - you know, the one in the middle. Finally the tide of wrath receded. I returned to my senses and saw the carnage around me -- 3 dead mosquitos.