Flies! I hate ’em. They really know how to mess up a lunch at the park. Buzzing around, landing on my hamburger, gnawing on my fries, sipping on my straw, they drive me crazy! Where did all these flies come from anyway? I can only assume they’ve been breeding on the junk thrown in the trash cans. But they are not satisfied with that. No, they have to come out of the trash can in search of MY food. They refuse to let me eat in peace.
The real issue is that the trash cans are too close to the picnic tables. People are too lazy to walk far to toss trash, so they make a free fly smorgasbord right next to where they set the good food. Now nobody is happy but the flies. They can have rotten food for the main course, then chow down on my hamburger for desert.
That’s the problem with living too close to the trash. You end up constantly swatting flies. And in the end, even the good stuff gets spoiled.
Nevertheless even among the rulers many believed in Him, but because of the Pharisees they did not confess Him, lest they should be put out of the synagogue; for they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.
– John 12:42-43 NKJV