On a recent trip, I pulled into a gas station and found out that the pumps were currently defunct and everyone had to go inside and prepay before the pumps would work. I walked in right behind a guy in his mid-50ties. His vehicle was an old beater 1980’s pickup with a trashed camper and other junk in the back. He wanted to pay cash for his gas. Then he wanted to buy six boxes of cigarettes. The lady went over to the shelf and pulled them down, set them on the checkout counter and said “$186 dollars.” He pulled out a big wad of cash from his pocket and counted twenties. All for a smoke.
He wasn’t a happy type of guy either; the entire time I questioned to myself whether he was angry with the attendant, upset that he had to go inside to prepay, or fed-up at the price of his cigarettes… By the time he left, I decided none of those were the case – he’s just not happy. He lives and pays the price of a miserable life.
That’s a lot of money for just a few days’ worth of smokes…
“Why do you spend money for what is not bread,
And your wages for what does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good,
And delight yourself in abundance.” (Isaiah 55:2)
What kind of sin are we buying for the price of misery?