This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
I shave with a Gilette Trac III and I keep on shaving with the same blade until it gets dull. It’s such a smooth shave and tough blade that each blade-cartridge lasts me three weeks to a month. Also, I don’t have such a manly beard that it wears out blades very fast.
This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
I hadn’t realized how seriously the blade had dulled. When I shaved, it almost felt like I was just wiping the shaving cream from my face with a wash cloth. Yesterday, I could feel the pull on each whisker as the blade yanked on it before it finally cut the whisker off.
This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
The dulling was so gradual that I hadn’t noticed it until it finally begin to hurt me as I shaved. Day by day the difference was so small that I was fooled into thinking I had a fresh blade.
This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
It reminded me of how sin works in my life. Its invasion is so gradual that I never notice it. I keep on thinking my life is fresh until the sin’s damage becomes obvious. Then I need a good sharpening, a good cleaning, a fresh start.
This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
Maybe I’ll write it down in my calendar. Maybe I’ll schedule my blade-changing day to remind myself that I’m not really good at recognizing when my blade gets dull until it’s too late. Maybe I’ll write it down in my calendar. Maybe I’ll schedule some prayer, meditation, and Bible reading to remind myself that I’m not really good at recognizing when sin starts to dull my life until it’s too late.
This morning I changed the blade in my razor.
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