The idea of stealing something is totally scary to me. I can’t even imagine the amount of fear that would paralyze me if I ever went to steal something like shoes, cash, or a camera. I would be shaking like a wet puppy in winter. But I would be sweating like it’s Phoenix in July. And I’m also pretty sure that the sick feeling in my stomach, the shame, and the guilt would drive me to return the stolen item the next day. I’m a sensitive person.
Editor’s Note: This is a true story told by a priest who would prefer to remain anonymous. I was celebrating a wedding, the first wedding in the parish where I was assigned as a newly ordained priest. It was for a couple that was not particularly faithful and whom I had never gotten to know because I had just shown up at the parish. The deacon of the parish was to assist me by preaching since he knew them. We walked in for the entrance procession and everything went just swimmingly well Read more [...]
If you asked me what I got in my high school Chemistry class, I would tell you, “An A and two C’s!” Why? Not because I took the class three times, but because I got the A and my two friends, who I let cheat off my homework and tests, got the two C’s! Unfortunately, when I was in high school, even though the teachers told us not to cheat, it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t understand how my choices in school affected my relationship with Jesus.