We’re coming to the end of apple season here in upstate New York, and I am grateful. Yes, grateful.
The problem is that I love apple season. From about January on, I can hardly wait for fresh, tart, juicy apples, instead of those tasteless, mealy things the grocery store has – some of which, I discovered this summer, come from New Zealand, probably on a very slow boat.
My all-time favorites are MacIntosh, and they have been especially large and juicy this year. Then a couple years ago after the Mac’s were done for the season, my local orchard convinced me to try Crispins. Ooh-hah! They are very crisp and tasty, and they keep very well.
This year, my hubby got me two large bags of Macs and a very cool gizmo to peel them, core them, and slice them, making that process much easier for my achy hands. This has resulted in apple pie and multiple batches of Apple Brown Betty, from an old friend’s excellent recipe.
So why am I glad apple season is almost over? Because I made the mistake of reading this the other day:
Now those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. (Galatians 5:24)
Like Eve, I think apples are among the best things that God put on this earth. I certainly desire them almost all year, and I would have to admit that I’m passionate about them. And I have definitely not crucified my flesh in this regard. In fact, I feed this passion. I cater to my hunger for all things apple.
Are apples sinful? Of course not (unless God has told you not to eat them, and we all know how that turned out for Eve.)
The sin is that I’m feeding my flesh instead of my soul. I’m letting my fleshly desire and passion rule what I do, instead of crucifying that flesh. It would appear that a little discipline and self-control are in order.
I do all things for the sake of the gospel, so that I may become a fellow partaker of it. Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified.
(1 Corinthians 9:23-27)