Our innocence remains

I first experienced the sting of remorse in my preteens.

A friend had taken to shoplifting and persuaded me to join him. We mostly stole candies or comics from stores that were national chains. I’d managed to persuade myself that their affluence somehow made it OK.

But then I got caught. Not in one of those prosperous stores but in Scott’s—the local news agent. I’d been going there ever since we moved to that neighborhood. The owners, a husband and wife, had known me since I was three years old. 

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Bible Lens—June 3–9, 2019
June 3, 2019

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