Few years ago two friends were visiting Niagara Falls While there one went out on the frail narrow bridge that connects Goat Island With tower rock, where the torrent precipitate itself into the fear full abyss at your feet. There he stood on the edge of life, gazing spell bound into the jaws of death ready to receive him. Deafened by the incessant roar, half behind by the spray, fragments of rainbow flashing out of the mist like spirit hands beckoning him to leap into the flood, his brain began to whirl, sense grew dim and his body slowly waved back and forth over the Yawing gulf. His friends from the shore saw his peril. He shouted to him in vain; his voice was swallowed up in the din and rush of that tremendous cataract .He sprang upon the bridge, and reaching the end of the platform, seized his friends by the arm and dazed man was saved.
This is how sin attract us but if Jesus is with us he will hold you from danger