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I was 18 years old when I stole my first and only item. I was a bagger at a local grocery store. The store had some small battery operated record players that played 45s. (For those too young to remember what 45s were, they looked like bid CDs with a hole in the middle.) A lot of the record players did not operate correctly so they were stored in the basement for disposal.
One night before leaving the store I pushed one of these small players through a slot in a back door and drove my car to the back of the store and retrieved it. Fortunately the one I got played. I never felt guilty or worried about being caught. Soon my indiscretion was forgotten.
I eventually became a store manager with this same store. After an inventory it was discovered that several hundreds of dollars worth of meat products were missing. Since I was one of a few who had keys to the store I became a prime suspect. I was asked by the owner to submit to a polygraph test. Being innocent I readily agreed.
As the examiner began the test, he informed me of the questions he would be asking. The first question was "Have you ever stolen any merchandise from this store?" That indiscretion so easily forgotten suddenly came rushing back. I knew to answer "No" would show as a lie and implicate me in something more serious than a small record player. I was forced to confess to a theft that had taken place 10 years earlier. However, in doing so it proved my innocence in a more serious matter.
Numbers 32:23 states that we can be sure our sins will find us out. We may think we have escaped being caught but the day will come when all unconfessed sin will be exposed. It is for our benefit to confess them now.
The major factor contributing to extramarital relationships is physical and emotional attraction (78 percent), far outdistancing marital dissatisfaction (41 percent).
How Common is Pastoral Indiscretion?, Leadership, Winter, 1988, p. 12-13.
“First The Stones; Then The Mountain!” 1 Corinthians 9:24-28 Key verse(s) 6:“Therefore I do not run as a man aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air.”
One thing I have learned is that one of the primary reasons for accepting defeat too soon is that some of us, myself included, tend to preoccupy ourselves with the whole picture long before we really need to. Those of us who are predisposed to take in the broad picture too readily are the ones who, upon walking into a room that needs painting, paintbrush in hand, stop to look at every nook and cranny that must be painted. Before you know it the job that was really quite manageable in the first place becomes a demon, possessed of the ability to both intimidate and discourage all at once. The task becomes bigger than the one who tasks and the task becomes the taskmaster rather than we. Instead of seeing the “small stones” laying around that could easily be picked up and removed, we wrap our arms immediately upon the nearest “boulder” only to discover that it won’t budge. If we had taken the time and possessed the patience to remove the small stones upon which it rested, it is quite likely that it would have rolled away without much labor at all.
Sometimes, when we are taking in the whole, drab picture and we find ourselves discouraged, we need to rely on the courage of others to lift us up and dispel our fears. I ran across this beautiful story years ago and, to this day, it has always been a source of encouragement for me when everything seems to be going wrong and I just want to quit. “One man who was ousted from his profession for an indiscretion took work as a hod carrier simply to put bread on the table. He was suddenly plunged into a drastically different world; instead of going to an office each day, he was hauling loads of concrete block up to the fifth level of a construction site. Gone was the piped-in music in the corridors; now he had to endure blaring transistors. Profanity shot through the air, especially from the foreman, whose primary tactics were whining and intimidation; ‘For––sake, you––, can’t you do anything right? Near the end of the third week, the new employee felt he could take no more. ‘I’ll work till break time this morning,’ he told himself, ‘and then that’s it. I’m going home.’ He’d already been the butt of more than one joke when his lack of experience caused him to do something foolish. The stories were retold constantly thereafter. ‘I just can’t handle any more of this.’ A while later, he decided to finish out the morning and then leave at lunchtime.
Shortly before noon, the foreman came around with paychecks....
Strike while the iron is hot. Did you ever wonder what that means? The blacksmith heats his iron red-hot in the fiery forge. It requires time to heat the iron up and time for it to cool down once it is plunged into the cooling water. But, in between, is the single moment when the iron is perfectly ready, flexible enough, to be struck and pounded into the desired shape the blacksmith had in mind. “Striking while the iron” is hot means that opportunity is fleeting and we are only given a few moments in time to effect changes in others that could last a lifetime. One fleeting moment and the opportunity has past.
There was a man who, ousted from his profession for an indiscretion, took work as a laborer simply to put bread on the table. Near the end of the third week, he felt that he could take no more. “I’ll work till break time this morning,” he told himself, “and then that’s it. I’m going home. I just can’t handle any more of this.” A while later, he decided to finish out the morning and then leave at lunchtime.
Shortly before noon, the foreman came around with paychecks. As he handed the man his envelope, he told him. “Hey, there’s a woman working in the front office who says she knows you. Says she takes care of your kids at church sometimes.” When the laborer opened his envelope, he found, along with ...