Last night, some cheeky blighter walked up my drive, undeterred by the security light, opened my garage door and stole my (unlocked) bicycle. Outrageous!
I reported it just now to the local police using an online form which was a doddle. I doubt it can be recovered, but I wanted to report the incident in the hope that it may help Mr Plod to establish a pattern. A near neighbour, I hear, has been burgled also.
I rarely rode the bike of late, so I won’t be missing it greatly. I had bought it shortly after my daughter’s death to try and improve my health, give me some energy and be able to accompany my other children out and about.
This all got me thinking about theft. All sin is theft, in a way. We all take God’s gifts without His permission and misuse them, be they the time of our life, ill-gotten pleasures, or our neighbour’s goodwill and sanctity.
St Dismas, the good thief whom Jesus promised would join Him in Paradise that very Friday, his saving Grace was his honesty in admitting his worthiness to be crucified for his own crimes and his recognition of Christ’s Goodness and unjust plight there on Calvary. He begged the Saviour’s forgiveness.
Let us also not forget but “know perfectly, that the day of the Lord shall so come, as a thief in the night.” (1 Thess 5:2).
Yes, crucifixion seems like a fair punishment for bicycle-thieves. Although that wasn’t perhaps your point.
The police have just found my bike about 300 yards away near an attempted car theft! Great work by them. A spate of thefts occurred last night. The perps also left an opened tub of clotted cream upside down on the ground outside our garage. I hope a few critters get some calories from that before it melts into the gravel.
Yippie! Glad they found your bike and hope they find the perps. God bless. Ginnyfree.
Thank you GF
So glad you got your bike back Burrito! I would be bereft if someone stole my bike that I use nearly every day to get myself around, living as I do, some way outside the town. (Even knowing that I should not be as attached to it as I admit I am. 😉 )
Did you pray to St. Anthony by any chance? He is a wonder-worker for finding lost (stolen?) things, and has helped me numerous times.
“All sin is theft, in a way. We all take God’s gifts without His permission and misuse them, be they the time of our life, ill-gotten pleasures, or our neighbour’s goodwill and sanctity.”
Very profound words! Sin is indeed a form of thievery and turns us all into thieves of some form or other.
The CSI guy has just visited to dust for ‘prints. I must write to the authorities to praise the service we have received. It has been top-notch. Will keep you updated.
Within the space of a few hours the English police go from being Plod-like to “top-notch”, just because they found your rusty old Raleigh 3 speed 300 yards away from Chez Burrito? God love a Bobby:
Reblogged this on Laus Deo.
Apologies, lavsdeo., but why you’ve reblogged this is a mystery to me. Robert Peel wept reading BB’s paean to 21st C. policemen. Your average dustman could have found BB’s bicycle 300 yards from BB’s house ( BB calls that “great work”) without thinking himself an equal of Hercule Poirot.
Kathleen: Talking about Saint Anthony….. 6 weeks ago I opened a bale of Hay… the huge round type for my two and only cows. About 3 hours latter I realised my Glasses were missing. Thinking I dropped them sometime when opening the Bale, after a quick prayer to St Anthony I back tracked and found the Bale had been spread over about 10 square metres by the hungry beasts. Talk about a needle is Hay stack. I sauntered over and gave a forlorn and half hearted kick at the nearest clump of hay and there they were staring back at me. The Glasses not the cows. I am not easily convinced about anything but I am now only half the cynic I used to be… The grand kids were open mouthed when I told them the story and Saint Anthony’ involvement ..