Cutting open the bottle

Just to let you know, I'm doing ok.  The funk isn't killing me so it's all good :)

This morning, I was cooking up some eggs and turkey ham for a sandwich.  I took a bite of it and decided I needed some green salsa.  We had a bottle that we hadn't used in San Diego that still had that stupid plastic ring on the top to seal in the freshness and keep out the creep-ohs that want to poison my salsa.  So I try to use a fingernail to open it. There's no perforation.
Not a problem, I'll hold the bottom of the bottle with one hand and use a knife in the other hand to cut it open.  Great.  I works... to a point.  The top of the ring, which covers the top of the lid, comes off but there is still enough of it left to keep it sealed.
Bummer.  So, now I figure, I'll tempt fate.  I will hold onto the bottle with one hand and only move the knife back and forth on the ring of plastic to cut it enough to tear it off.  No luck.  Can I slip the knife under the seal enough to cut it?  I push a little, knowing in my head that I don't cut towards myself because I no likey getting cut.  So, not too much pressure.  Cut a little, not through yet.
Ok, a little more pressure, knowing that I don't want to cut myself.  I get through, finally, and go through to my left index finger where I poked myself with the knife.  Of course, if you've ever had your finger pricked for a blood sample or something like that, you know how much that index finger bleeds when it gets pricked.  So now, I got this shallow cut on my index finger that hurts a little when typing (it really isn't bad at all.  Don't call 9-11 for me.)

There have been times in my life that I see something that I know is wrong and think, I wonder how close I can get without falling into sin.  And over and over again, I go over the mark and fall as one would suspect.  It's like that bottle where I want to open it but don't want to get hurt but keep trying things that will get me closer and closer to being cut until finally I am.  You would think I would learn but sin still has that way of tempting me to push it to the edge -- and me realizing that me trying to get as close without actually doing so is sin to me since I have been called to live a life of holiness, not tightrope walking on the edge of neigh-invulnerabilty.  (SPOON!)

I wonder how cut my soul is from pushing that knife through the barriers of sin?  Thank God that He has plenty of band-aids and lots of love and kisses to heal me.