A Handful of Melon Seeds

With a quick Google search, I found a clip from a documentary I remember from many years ago.  In this clip, we see how a Bushman in the Kalahari traps a baboon.

As the curious baboon watches, the man goes to a large termite mound – a hollowed pile of hardened mud.  Using his staff, he drills a hole through the wall of the mound until he finds a cavity.  He reaches inside and inserts a handful of melon seeds, and then goes off a short distance, still within sight of the baboon.

The baboon knows something is up.  He seems to know it’s a trap.  But his curiosity gets the better of him, and he eventually walks up to the hole and sticks his hand inside.  But when he grabs a handful of melon seeds, he finds that his fist is too big to pull out through the hole.

The man approaches, and all the baboon needs to do to be free is to let go of the melon seeds.  But he doesn’t think to do so.  He screams and he thrashes, but he just can’t manage to free himself, he doesn’t let go until it is too late, and he is captured.  All because of the false promise of something he thinks will make him happy.  A handful of melon seeds.

Brothers and sisters, how often do we enslave ourselves to sin by refusing to let go of the melon seeds?  Money, power, influence, pride, selfishness, greed, sex, self-importance…  These are all worthless handfuls that lead only to enslavement and death.

Repentance is letting it go.  Because no one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other… – Matt 6:24a

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