“Thou shalt not steal.”Exodus 20:15
I once attended a soccer game when I young boy, and it was my school versus a rival school across town. I ended up going to this rival school later in my life, and at this game, I committed one of the first of many offensives at this school. The field was situated by a major roadway, and the visiting team always loved to clear the ball into the upcoming traffic without regarding the cars driving by. One end of the field backed to a wall and the other end opened up to a spacious area that looked like wilderness behind it.
The varsity squad was playing, so I was just watching the older kids play. I noticed when they kicked the ball on the wilderness side of the field, that they did not have someone shag the ball right away. The ball would go into the wilderness and they would simply roll out another ball from the sideline. I walked around the school and went the long way into the wilderness, and I spotted several balls that had found their way to that area. I thought to myself that the school had plenty of balls, so I snatched one up and bolted to my dad’s truck.
I took a look around and I did not see anyone behind me or in front of me, so I thought I would be good to go. In those days, people did not lock their cars at another Christian school, so I opened the door with ease and threw the ball behind the seat and shut the door. I turned to go back to the game when I noticed an adult walking my way. He made it to the truck and asked me if I seen a blue and white ball. I said I had and pointed to the soccer field where the blue and white ball was being kicked around. He rephrased his question to specifically ask if I had taken a blue and white soccer ball. I looked at him and acted like I had a memory loss and said, “I don’t think so”. He looked in the back of the truck and didn’t see one, so he shrugged and walked away.
My conscience started to eat at me, so got the ball from the truck and put it back in the wilderness area. I then picked up the ball and took it to the man, acting like I had just found it, but I am not sure he believed me. I knew my parents would ask me where the ball came from, and I knew it would be more problems for me, so I thought it would be in my best interest to return the stolen ball. I wish I could say my stealing days were over after that, but I have taken other items that were not mine, in different shape and forms. I have stolen the company’s pens and at times, I have stolen the company’s time by not working as I should. I have taken that which was not mine, even though I was blessed with plenty.
Where are you today friend? Do you take that which is not yours? Do you sneak snacks in the store, lie on your taxes, or goof around when you are to be working? Do you steal from God by not giving of the tithe to Him? Do you see stealing as God sees stealing or do you make excuses for taking that which does not belong to you? May God help us to be grateful for what we have, and may look above first before we look around.