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I once walked into a garden with a lady to gather some flowers. There was one large bush whose branches were bending under the weight of the most beautiful roses. We both gazed upon it with admiration. There was one flower on it which seemed to shine above all the rest in beauty. This lady pressed forward into the thick bush and reached far over to pluck it. As she did this a black snake which was hidden in the bush wrapped itself around her arm. She was alarmed beyond all description and ran from the garden screaming and almost in convulsions. During all that day, she suffered very much with fear; her whole body trembled and it was a long time before she could be quieted. That lady is still alive. Such is her hatred now of the whole serpent race that she has never since been able to look at a snake even though it were dead. No one could ever persuade her to venture again into a cluster of bushes even to pluck a beautiful rose.
Now this is the way those who are born of God react to sin. They think of sin as the serpent that once coiled itself round them. They hate it. They dread it. They fly from it. They fear the places it inhabits. They do not willingly go into its haunts. They will no more play with sin than this lady would afterwards have fondled snakes. --Bishop Meade
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