The Stinky Consequence

I grew up in what some of you might call a boring farming community: Virden, New Mexico, population 135.
One summer night when I was a boy, my cousins, some friends, and I were looking for ways to create some excitement.
Some suggested we play a harmless prank on a neighbor.
My conscience whispered it was wrong, but I didn't have the courage to resist the enthusiastic response of the group.

After performing our mischievous act, we sprinted down the dark country road to make our escape, laughing and congratulating ourselves as we ran.
Suddenly, one of the group stumbled, crying out, "Oh no, I kicked a cat!"
Almost instantly we felt a very fine mist settle over us.
It carried a horrible odor.
What my friend thought was a cat was actually a skunk.
It had sprayed us in self-defense.
Very few odors are as nauseating as skunk spray, and we smelled terrible.

Dejectedly, we went home in search of a little parental comfort for our pitiful plight.
As we stepped inside the kitchen door, Mom took one sniff and shooed us out into the yard.
We were cast out of our home.
Then she launched the cleansing process.
She burned our clothes.
Then, it seemed that every home remedy or concoction in the community was volunteered in our behalf.
Among them, we endured a variety of baths: first tomato juice, then cow's milk, and even harsh homemade lye soap.
But the stench remained.
Even my dad's powerful aftershave lotion could not overpower the stench.
For days we were condemned to eat outside under a tree, sleep outdoors in a tent, and ride in the back of the pickup truck.

After a while, naively thinking the smell was gone, we tried to approach some normal-smelling girls.
They would not allow us within yards, shattering our fragile teenage egos!

Now, I must admit that being sprayed by a skunk is not a common consequence of sin.
Most consequences are not as immediate or dramatic.
But sooner or later, for all sin, a consequence will be paid.

Spencer V. Jones -Overcoming the Stench of Sin  -April 2003 General Conference

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi