by David Scott Robertson
He was married.
She was not.
She was lonely.
He was not.
He was saved.
She was not.
"I have a proposition for you," she said, "come to bed with me."
"How much will it cost me?" he said.
"Why nothing," she said (slightly offended), "I'm not a prostitute!
It will cost you absolutely nothing."
"That's an interesting proposition," he said, "but let me first count the cost..."
"You can be sure our sin will find us out," he said.
All that's done in secret will one day be revealed.
Then it will time to pay the cost."
He said...
"My wife will find out - it could cost me my marriage."
"My children will find out - it could cost me the opportunity to raise them."
"My church will find out - it could cost me my ministry."
"My friends will find out - it could cost me their respect."
"The young men I am mentoring will find out - it could cost me their confidence."
"I might contract a disease - it could cost me my health or even my life."
"My Jesus will find out - it could cost me my soul."
"So you see," he said, "the cost is too high.
And I cannot afford to pay it."
"I'm hurting," she said.
I know," he said.
"I have a good Friend I'd like to introduce you to," he said.
"His name is Jesus, would you like to meet Him?"
"I would," she said.
DSR
10/4/00