A NUT THIEF GONE CLEAN After losing that hour of sleep last night due to the time change, I had a rushed day today and didnt get everything checked off my to-do list. Well, shucks, I didnt even get the #1 item -- returning stolen goods to the rightful owner -- marked off the list. If you read my post from last night, you know that I am an outright sinner. Im not even smart enough to cover it up. Yes, Im a confessed thief, after having been caught with a shirt pocket full of holy nuts. Pecans that had taken that dreadful plunge from Gods grace and lay strewn across the churchs thrift shop back lawn. Yes, I stole them and then felt bad about it. I was reminded of the time I borrowed a watermelon from a patch in Woodruff County back in, I believe it was 1986. It, likewise, was just laying there on the ground waiting for someone to pluck it. As I remember it, I couldnt get enough salt on it to make it taste halfway decent. Yep, I crossed the county line on that particular heist, making that thievery an even bigger sin. (Just glad the statute of limitations has run out on that one.) So I mentioned yesterdays little incident to the associate pastor this morning before church. I was a bit afraid, no embarrassed, to take the matter up with the senior pastor. Afraid he might paw around asking for too many details. Afraid hed dig until he learned of the watermelon affair of 1986 and mis-classify me as a serial thief. Afraid I might get booted out the church doors. But none of that happened with the associate pastor. He simply smiled at the theft-of-the-nuts story and said, Ken, you are forgiven. What a relief to realize that someone as evil as I am can so easily arise from a derailment in life and get placed right back on the tracks leading to Heaven. Confession is good for the soul. Im hoping I sleep better tonight with a clear conscience.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 03:05:14 +0000
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