A year or two after graduating from college, I was sharing an apartment with my sister and working part time. At one point my car needed to be in the shop for nearly a week, and upon hearing this news a kind family from church lent me their extra vehicle. I was very grateful, and I drove it on my usual route between home and work, and one evening took it to meet my girlfriend (now wife) for dinner.
After the meal, when I went outside to get in the car, I couldn’t find it. After retracing my steps two or three times to no avail, I realized it had been stolen. I was stunned.
My thought turned back to the car thief, whom I was now able to see as a pure reflection and honest child of God.
