It has occured to me lately how much my flesh rules over me, on Fri last week I went to Mae Sai (Burmese border) to get another 3 month entry stamp for my visa, and it was a real rush getting there and back. And picked up some food really quickly before leaving to come back into Thailand, there were a bunch of homeless beggar kids, and they spotted the white guy and figured they'd found gold.
The first guy to come up to me saw that I had some food, and was pointing to that, but being so controlled by my flesh as I was I figured it would be better to give him some money as I was in a rush and wouldn't get a chance to get anything to eat for the next few hours. At the time I didn't think anything of it, until Wed, when reading the Matthew 5 and was majorly conviced by Jesus's radical teaching, about giving to all that ask, and I realised my error in just passing off the street boy, too concerned with meeting the desires of my own flesh.
Then another thing that stuck out to me how much my flesh controls me is that I slept in today, slept throught exercise. I let everyone down by not being there as we are all supposed to be there and as staff we are to set a good example.
But God is working in me and its taking some sacrifices to weaken the flesh.
The flesh has lost all its power over us, but often we give it power that it doesn't deserve to have.
