Magnifying Grace

When my firstborn son grows up he’s going to own a car title pawn shop. You know, the kind that give you a little cash for your car title and then make you pay it back at 300% interest or they’ll keep your car. He’ll either work there or for the IRS.  But really, is there a difference?

It all started with a magnifying glass. My oldest son got one in his Sunday School class. My youngest son didn’t. If you ever wonder if mankind is naturally good or naturally evil and the evening news hasn’t convinced you yet, find two kids and give them one magnifying glass. Our trip home from church was a lesson in total depravity.

The boys spent the rest of the afternoon arguing over that magnifying glass. Eventually, the fighting stopped. It’s good when the fighting stops. Until you find out why it stopped.

My youngest son came to me with a solemn look.

“Dad, I had to take four dollars out of my bank.”


“He made me give it to him so that I could have more time to play with his magnifying glass.”

The he being referred to was my firstborn son, the future Federal Reserve chairman.

When I called his name, my little businessman knew that his empire was about to come crumbling down. As he was walking towards me he sort of looked like Bernie Madoff.

I explained to him that it’s wrong to rent his toys to his brother.

I told him that sometimes you just give things to people, even when they have nothing to give you in return or no rights to what you have.

And you do it because you love them.

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die—but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Romans 5:6-8 (ESV)