Throwing Sticks at Sin

My good friend Andrew knows a lot of random stuff.

Sitting on a balcony in the middle of Jinja, about an hour and a half from Kampala, he tells me about the weaver bird.

The weaver bird can be found in several parts of Uganda, and Andrew tells me they occupy a tree near the site he works at, building a babies' home. One guy on the construction site is responsible to go out each morning and throw sticks at the birds nesting in the trees -- the nests can be parasitic to the trees. If someone does not go out every day to throw sticks at the birds and keep them away from the trees, then the trees will die.

"I think that should be an object lesson," I say to Andrew.

And this is what I think the lesson is (for me):
If we don't keep our lives in check..
if we don't keep throwing sticks at the sin that so easily entangles us...
if we don't keep watch every day for the birds who try to make nests in our lives...
THEN --
it's very likely that sin, bad habits and destructive ways will make dwellings in our hearts, and destroy us to the very core.

I need to make sure I'm throwing sticks at sin and not letting it make nests in my life.