One night a thief went out to do what he did for a living, steal. But before he did, he said a prayer. "Oh God, I know my heart is wicked, I know my thoughts impure. But beseech thee I must, bring your favour and light to my work. Help me succeed in my missions, as wicked as they may be. Let me come home victorious, to glorify and honour your grace upon me."
As the thief went about his business, killing and stealing and destroying all in his path. A righteous man sat and watched. He'd heard the thiefs prayer and sat troubled as he saw it answered. That night he knelt as he always did, 'Dear God, why do you let the thief succeed? Why do I suffer poverty and infliction, being the loyal servant that I am? Why do you not cast him down, destroy him so his evil ways will cease? My God, why do you punish the righteous and prosper the wicked?'
God turned to the righteous man, a tear rolled down his eye. 'I adore your love and commitment, your good heart I so admire. Yet the amount of love I feel for you, is no less than that I feel for him. His tears, his pleas his cries, rip through my spirit as much as yours. It's not an either or, this thing. It's really very simple. Your faith will take you just as far, no matter how good or bad you are.
The lesson: Have Faith. Move Mountains. Do Right. Not for reward or favour, but because when given the choice, you choose to be the good man anyway.
