Be sure your sin will find you out…

I was feeling sentimental today and pulled this previously published piece out, laugh a little with me!

Today I walked out onto my back porch, it’s three stories off the ground which gives me a wonderful view into the trees forming a line on the other side of an aluminum three car parking space. I was enjoying the feel and fragrance of the fall air and something caught my eye, lying at the bottom of one of the trees was a long forgotten and very sad looking soccer ball.  It made me catch my breath as I listened to the sounds of the little boys that played in that back yard before it had concrete laid so that everyone would have a parking space, it was before drivers licenses were needed, a time when soccer and basket balls ruled the yard. I stood there and let my spirit see the boys running while the dog my little boy loved so much chased them and tried to grab the ball, which he did more than once causing major damage and the necessity of buying new balls to kick and throw. This time of year brings back so many memories of going with youth groups to parks and standing around an open fire roasting wieners and marshmallows… while I was waxing very sentimental my “little boy” called and wanted to know what kind of food I had that I could prepare for his lunch, that quickly brought me to the present and the boy throwing the ball and running with his dog was on his way to my house from his office to get lunch.  We had good conversation while I cooked and he went on about his business.

The drama queen in me wanted to get back to my reminiscing so I sat down at my computer and began to go through pictures. What I didn’t realize was that my grandchildren had been playing with my computer since I got it, before I realized that I could actually make movies on this machine and there were several very interesting clips and one in particular that caught my attention. I will share the contents a little later just go with me here. When I was young my mother kept me terrorized to do anything covert with the threat “be sure your sin will find you out”! She didn’t share the story from the Bible, Number 32:23, I just saw a very angry God looking at every thing I did with the determination that if I transgressed even one of my mother’s rules I would be sentenced to hell and every one of my friends would know all about it! Mother’s wrath was far more fearful than the fear of a burning hell! Mother told the story often to me about a little girl that lived on a farm whose parents were very poor. The little girl wanted a doll for Christmas so her mother sewed a doll and filled it with flower seeds, drew a face on it, made hair from yellow yarn and altogether it was a very pleasing baby doll for the happy little girl. Her brother was quite jealous that she had gotten the doll and every time she showed it to him he got more and more resentful. One day her doll mysteriously disappeared and none of the desperate searches turned up the where a bouts of the little seed doll. The mother had her suspicions about little brother and asked him about it over and over again and every time he looked at her with eyes wide and wondering why she would think he knew a thing about that doll! As the winter became spring, which brought on the April showers, the mother was hanging clothes out to dry on the clothesline, which was strung between two big trees, and she saw something that caught her eye! It was a little flowerbed that was beginning to come up in the soft earth and lo and behold it was in the shape of the little doll. The little boy had buried it in the earth thinking it was forever lost but there it came to tell the tale of his deception. Not quite as sinister as Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart but scary just the same.

Back to the present, as I sat and decided to watch a few of the clips my grandson had made while clowning around and filming himself, the date stamp was 1-01-08. There was laughter as he was making fun of his sister and then suddenly I saw a close-up of his small red mouth as it said two very, very bad words! I was shocked but couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud (don’t judge me)! I called out to his mother, told her I had something very interesting to show her. When she finally came to stand behind me to see what I wanted to show her I said oh you have to call your husband to see this with us.

I played the X-rated video for them and they had the same reaction as I had, first shock and awe then laughing at the fact he didn’t even know this video of his dreadful deed even existed! Yes you guessed it we called him to come and see this neat video we had found! Of course he denied ever doing it, never mind we had video proof, of not remembering it and knowing he would have never done such a thing! His mother told him that if his Christian school principal ever saw it he would probably be kicked out of school and his life would be in ruins, never mind the deed took place five years ago when he was eight, it was punishable right now! As his face drained of color I remembered all the dreadful times I had felt the same way, once for setting the dirty clothes basket on fire, another time for burning the end of my nose with the cigarette lighter in our car (curiosity folks, curiosity!), not to mention telling a group of preacher’s wives that my parents were not really married, or that my mother was in love with someone else… oh my I guess I was going for an X-rated novella way back then, and spilling the orange snow cone on my white ruffled dress. I had to laugh and tell him that none of that was true, no one would ever know, and if you don’t repeat this no one ever will!

Just remember next time you want to do a dirty deed, someone is watching and “be sure your sin will find you out”!

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