Don't hit a dead skunk

On our way to and from therapy on Thursday my Pa said that he knows that spring is coming because he passed several dead skunks on his way out to pick me up. On our way home we were chatting about my blog and he suggested that this would make a good post as a life lesson, "The only one that gets hurt when you hit a dead skunk is you, it's not like the skunk cares." Ah, how the trivial takes on timeless wisdom when you look for it. Having eyes to see, ears to hear and a nose to smell, phew, stinky.
I am reminded of a story that Micheal Wilcox shares about a landfill in Idaho that now has an airport and a park where it used to be, not only that but because of the landfill these places now exist. He asks how people would feel if he, knowing that some of the garbage in the landfill was his, went to the park or the airport and started to dig looking for it.And so it is he emphasizes with our sins that we have repended of, don't go digging around for something our Savior has already taken care of.