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).