Tangled Web
“O what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!”
Those lines from Sir Walter Scott’s poem, “Marmion,” remain as true today as they were in 1808.
When we deceive others, life becomes difficult for them and for us.
- They learn not to trust anything we say.
- We must remember all the lies we told, so we can keep our stories straight.
- Both of us become tied in knots.
A tangled web gets ugly.
Although we enjoy the beauty of a spider web, we do not enjoy getting tangled (trapped or twisted) in it. Flies and small bugs trapped in a web often become a spider’s dinner.
A tangled web confuses us.
We have a hard time getting out of the problems we cause. Like flies in a spider web, every way we move seems to tangle us worse. We cannot figure out what to do.
Although hard, we can escape our tangled mess.
Come clean. Life gets better when we tell the truth. The truth prevents a tangled web. The truth also leads us out of any web we weave.
When we follow God’s truth, we find our way to real freedom.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:32 NIV).
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