This is a true story.
Though, I’ll admit, the details are a little fuzzy.
Let’s say it was Collin (my middle child), allowing that it might have been his big sister, Cami. And let’s say it was a granola bar, though it could have been a cookie or cracker…
Once upon a time, I sent my kids to the kitchen to pick out their snack. From the other room, I listened to the sounds of cupboards opening and packets crinkling, which would be strictly forbidden, without my permission.
But it was fine–because I knew they were hungry, and I actually told them to go find something to eat.
That’s why I was a little confused when I walked around the corner and Collin jumped about six feet, as if he’d been caught red-handed.
Then he hid his granola bar behind his back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, perplexed.
My boy gave me the guiltiest look before saying, “Nuffing!”
“Well, what are you hiding behind you?” I tried.
And, again–Collin insisted.
So, that’s the true story of the day my son got in trouble for doing what he only THOUGHT was a bad thing.
The moral I gave him was this one:
If you think something is wrong, and you do it anyway, then it’s wrong, even when it didn’t have to be.
“I the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward each person according to their conduct, according to what their deeds deserve.” –Jeremiah 17:10
“I know and am convinced in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself; but to him who thinks anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean.” –Romans 14:14