Compromise rarely begins with rebellion. It often begins with something small, something we can excuse. A little indulgence, a quiet silence, a secret habit we think no one will notice. Samson ate and walked on. He even shared it with his parents, but concealed its origin. That silence speaks volumes. Many times, what we hide is what holds us captive. The compromise may seem sweet in the moment, but it leaves a bitter aftertaste on our calling.
