Parable: The Switch in the Pocket
A young man once found a small metal switch on the ground outside his church. It was cold to the touch and smooth like it had been polished by years of handling. No label. No instructions. Just a tiny lever that clicked up and down.
That night, he slipped it into his pocket and forgot about it—until the next morning, when temptation came like a wave. His mind began to drift, his body reacted, and shame tried to follow right behind.
Out of frustration, he grabbed the switch and flipped it.
Everything went quiet inside him.
No surge. No heat. No pull. It felt like someone had finally given him the power to choose.
At first, the switch felt like freedom. He used it whenever he wanted peace—during awkward moments, during stressful nights, during lonely afternoons.
But over time, he leaned on the switch more than on God.
One night he whispered, “I don’t just want control… I want purity.”
And he learned that the greatest power was not a switch in his pocket, but surrender in his heart.
Moral:
Control can silence the struggle, but only surrender can transform it.