My father was a farmer. It was what he grew up wanting to be and what he did all his life. He produced good crops through hard work and wise methods. Two things come to mind when I think about him. They can be considered as humorous but they were also serious. Crop rows had to be straight, and he hated weeds, especially Morning Glories. This was back in the days when weeds were hoed by hand, but he had a device that directed a poisonous chemical to the roots of the Morning glories, but they they always came back. I inherited his hatred for Morning Glories. They are everywhere and, amazingly, are just ignored by many. They have beautiful flower blossoms, but they take over where they grow. Pulling the weed or cutting it off only encourages it to grow up again–fast. Spraying them works, but they come up again because of seeds stored in the soil. It it said that the seeds can take up to fifty years to get into action, so there’s never an end to the fight. The same goes with sin, especially pride. It sneaks in so subtly that we don’t realize it’s there until it takes over. Like with Morning Glories, we need to be on the watch and ready to fight back. Morning Glories creep up the stems and branches of other plants, winding around them and squeezing the life of them, so to speak. Pride does the same. It squeezes the life of Christ out of us. Paul said in Philippians 2:5-8 that we need to be like Jesus, living a life of humility. It takes desire and determination. Pride hides like the seeds of the Morning Glory, ready to pop out at any time, especially when we least expect it. I’m glad my dad left me with that thought. It’s a never ending fight, but we can win. 2,4D and Roundup will take care of the weed, but we need the power of the Holy Spirit to fight our battle. We can win.