@ecstatichypno6 1 Corinthians 2:14 But people who aren’t spiritual can’t receive these truths from God’s Spirit. It all sounds foolish to them and they can’t understand it, for only those who are spiritual can understand what the Spirit means.
This just reminded me of an old story I was told about a king who asked his advisors to name the greatest threat to a man's life.
Some said war, some said disease, a few others said poverty... blah blah blah.
The king listened to each and then called for a condemned prisoner. He offered the man a choice: death by the sword, or a walk through a narrow corridor with three doors. The prisoner chose the doors.
The first door opened onto a room filled with beautiful women, their bodies barely draped, their eyes promising pleasures beyond imagination.
The prisoner lingered. He forgot the other doors, he forgot his freedom, he forgot everything except the heat in his blood. He opened the door and went in.
The king then called for another prisoner. This prisoner skipped the first door, but when the second door opened... his jaw dropped.
The door opened onto a feast. Tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, rich wines, pastries dripping with honey.
The prisoner had been starving, so when he saw all these he fell upon the food like an animal, then the door was shut.
The king then called for a third prisoner. This prisoner skipped the first door and the second door, but when the third door opened... it opened onto a vault.
Gold and jewels spilled from chests and coins piled to the ceiling.
The prisoner had never known wealth so he rushed in and grabbed handfuls of gold. He stuffed his pockets and filled his shirt. The king shut the door.
Weeks later the king asked for all the doors to be opened.
The first prisoner was found there, wasted away, his strength drained, his mind broken. He had not been killed yet he had been consumed.
The second prisoner was found there in the second room, buried under the remains of the feast, his body swollen, his will dissolved.
He had eaten until his stomach ached, until he could not move, until the pleasure turned to pain and the pain turned to numbness....
There was no need to murder him. He had been drowned in his own excess.
The third prisoner was found crushed beneath a mountain of treasure he had pulled down upon himself.
He kept grabbing long after he had enough, even after he had more than he could ever spend.
He wasn't executed yet he was buried by his own hunger.
The king then turned to his advisors.
"You spoke of war, disease, poverty. But the greatest destroyers of men are these three:
Lust.
Gluttony.
Greed.
They do not kill you. They only make you kill yourself."