On the slope of Long’s Peak in Colorado lies the ruin of a giant tree. It stood there for four hundred years. It had been struck by lightning fourteen times. The storms of the years had broken over it. It had resisted all of nature’s blows. But, now it lay in ruins.
A small beetle entered into that giant tree. The beetle brought his little friends with him. Although the insect was so small that a man could crush it between his thumb and forefinger, with the help of its companions, the little beetle felled the forest giant.
In comparison, some men can withstand the giant temptations. They will not succumb to so called “big sins,” but they yield time and again to the “little beetle sins.” Wrong attitudes, resentment, anger, pettiness, worry, fear, hostility and bitterness—all of these are the termites of the soul.
— Author Unknown