I love to grill. Hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks, chicken, fish — if I could grill soup, I probably would.
Recently, we went to a local store to buy a new grill. While there, Cole said she had to go to the bathroom. Amy volunteered to take both him and Chloe while I continued to look for the “right” grill.
A few minutes later they returned. I hadn’t met my “perfect match” in the grilling section, so we made our way out of the store.
As we crossed the parking lot, Amy took Cole’s hand and I took Chloe’s. I kept hearing a hollow rattle with each step we took. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I was able to discern it was coming from Chloe. Looking around to the other side of her hip, I saw a square shape bulging out from beneath her little cotton stretchy-pants.
“What’s that?” I asked her.
I reached over and pulled back the waistband of her pants. Hidden beneath was a box of Band-Aids. They had some kind of cartoon character I’d never seen before. “Where did you get these?”
“Inside.” Chloe’s voice was filled with shame.
“Chloe, you can’t just take something that isn’t yours.”
“But I don’t have any Band-Aids like these.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any like these or not. You can’t just take something. That’s stealing.”
While Amy continued on to the van with Cole, I took Chloe back into the store to return the pilfered Band-Aids.
I learned at a very early age stealing was wrong. My parents taught me if I wanted something I had to pay for it, not just take it. Paying for something removes the question of ownership. Paying for something makes it wholly and completely yours.
I believe that is why Jesus paid the price for our sins on the cross. Jesus gave up his life as a payment for us (Matthew 20:28).
Since he did that, once we accept the sacrifice he made, our lives belong to him. We are his people. We are his possession. There’s no question of ownership. There can be no other claim made on us. We belong to Jesus, because Jesus paid the ultimate price for us.
He paid that price in full.
The Rev. Parrish Myers is a local minister living in Braselton. His column appears biweekly in Sunday Life and on gainesvilletimes.com/life.