Tim walked away partly ashamed, partly proud. Scott never returned. Tim had a suspicion that might happen. He still had to try. He couldn't walk away without doing all that could be done to help Scott into the Kingdom. If that meant parting with his debit card and his phone so Scott could feel trusted, then that is what needed to be done. He rode back to the college in silence, rethinking the events of the afternoon.
He wanted to get mad at Scott for stealing from him. He wanted to get mad at himself for allowing it to happen. But something much deeper tugged at him. He sighed and continued driving as he thought of how he was in so many ways like Scott. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he thought of how he steals everyday from God and doesn't think anything about it. He slowly mouthed the words I am sorry as he pulled off the road, his eyes too watery to see.
I heard the other night from a friend that this story really happened. I was floored, horrified at my own sin. Does it make it worse because we have a face to put with Scott and we don't with Christ? Is that why I don't feel so bad when I take advantage of his grace and steal his forgiveness. Or am that much of a pathetic jerk to even care? Lord forgive me.
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