I watched as the spider spun her web. Looking closely, I could see the craftsmanship in the details. The web was a magical kaleidoscope of colors. Oh, how I wanted to be like her and be on the web. I watched as a fly flew into the web. The fly was still living but I watched as the spider moved stealthily but nimbly toward her prey. I don’t know what possessed me but I decided to have fun and try to rescue the fly before the spider could enjoy her meal. My fingers went into the web as the arachnid moved ever closer to the fly. Trying to get the fly free, my fingers became entangled in the web that had once been beautiful but now just looked and felt like a tangled sticky mess in my right hand. The spider moved closer and I felt the awful sting of her venom as she bit me. How many times have you tried to rescue someone from his or her own vices and have not seen the danger ahead for you? How many times have you had your heart broken because you tried to help a friend who didn’t want any help? How many times have you tried to make friends see things the way that you do? Many times, we just have to let friends do what they want to so they can learn for themselves. We don’t own other people, so we can’t control them or force them to see things the way that we do. We can share the love of Christ with them, tell them that we love them and pray for them, but, then, even though it hurts right to the bone, we have to walk away and leave them to deal with the problems on their own. We don’t need to be caught in a web and trapped inside where the spider can bite us. Sometimes, it will be the agonizing bite of a tarantula, or worse, the deadly bite of a black widow or brown recluse.