Some things you want because they’re not yours. Other people’s candy, houses, spouses. You either keep wanting them till death or somehow get them out of your system. I read about a guy here in Bangor who lived in a mansion attic for three years, unknown to its residents. Each night he’d sneak down to the living quarters and lounge on the divan, make a pimento cheese sandwich, even play with the toddler’s toys. In prison, he’s very unhappy.
Exodus 20:17 says, “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.” That book was written by people who had what they wanted. It might be a good book, but what can I say? I’m covetous of my rich and worldly neighbor, Jefferson. And he’s not accommodating.
