Stealing grace…

March 12, 2007

Years back as a young punk kid, a friend and I stole some video games downtown.

Even worst, we put it in the backpack of another friend, without telling him. I remember sweating as I watched him prance through the metal detectors completely oblivious he was carrying our stolen goods.

Needless to say my friend wasn’t all too happy when he found out. He would later become the best man at my wedding. That in itself is a testimony to grace.

The heart-pounding part of the story is when we were in the mall later laughing about how we just scored, and a security guard yells out ‘Hey you!”

We tried to ignore him and just kept walking.

He quickly runs up to us. I almost urinate.

and he says “Gung hay fat choy!” (It was the Chinese New Year).

We make some small talk and he wishes us all the best.

Sometimes this is how I feel when I enter the presence of God. I’m exposed with all my failings, and as if He was almost oblivious to them all, He sends me forward with all His best.

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