There was a lamb and its mother. The lamb passed a pigpen each morning on the way to the pasture with its mother. Watching the pigs wallow in the mud seemed like such fun, and on an especially hot day the lamb asked his mother if he could jump the fence and wallow in the cool mud. She replied, “No.”
Then the lamb asked, “Why?”
The mother just replied, “Sheep don’t wallow!”
This didn’t satisfy the lamb. He felt she was just over-restrictive. So as soon as the mother was out of sight, the lamb jumped the fence and ran to the pigpen. He was soon feeling the cool mud on his feet, his legs, and soon his stomach. After a few moments, he decided he had better go back to his mother, but he couldn’t. He was stuck.
Mud and wool don’t mix. His pleasure had become his prison. He cried out and was rescued by the kindly farmer. When cleaned and returned to the field, the mother said, “Remember: sheep don’t wallow.”
Sin is like that. It looks so nice, we may think we can escape when we wish, but it is not so.