We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine


Covering or Confessing, Part 1

“Truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who commits sin is a slave to sin.”
John 8:34

It happened exactly forty years ago. I was fourteen at the time. Moving up in the world, I landed a job pumping gas at the Sunoco station. Not only did we pump gas, but we checked the oil, washed the windshield (back and front), checked the tire pressure, and all with a friendly smile. One would think they were driving through Mayberry.

But something happened that summer that I will never forget–I will never forget because after forty years I still remember. We were always busy. Pumping four cars at a time was typical. People used cash in those days, so I would carry a bundle of ones, fives, and tens to make change quickly. I would keep twenties in my left pocket and regularly place them in the cash register so as not to keep too much cash on me at any given time. At the end of the day, we would all check our pockets to make sure all cash was accounted for. All except this one time.

As I was changing my clothes one night, I checked my pockets before throwing my jeans in the laundry. To my dismay I found three twenties deep in my pocket. I was horrified and knew that I needed to get that money back in the cash register first thing in the morning–and without anyone knowing it. I knew that if someone saw me I could be accused of stealing. I wasn’t a Christian and didn’t possess the character to speak the truth at all costs. To make matters worse, the owner was extremely upset because after closing out that night he found several hundred dollars missing! Now what was I going to do? If I admitted that I innocently and inadvertently possessed sixty of the several hundred missing, there was no way he would believe me. So I did what I thought was best and kept the money and hid this sin for forty years until . . . you hear the rest of the story tomorrow!

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