Dearest Thief…


Dearest Thief,

I apologize for calling you “Thief”. If I knew your name, I would more respectfully call you by that name. But of course, what kind of thief would you be if you stole something from my office knowing that I may suspect you?

The truth is, I don’t want to guess who you are. The last thing I want to do is assume and place blame on the innocent who respect my things. And really, I don’t want to know who you are so that I am not tempted to think badly of you.

The irony is, if you knew the person from whom you are stealing, you would know that you could ask for whatever you needed. So either you don’t know me, or you don’t really need the $30 Panera gift card.

I don’t suspect that you are hungry, since Panera is a 30 minute drive from here, and you’d spend more on gas money getting there and back than if you were to go to McDonald’s 2 miles down the road. Or maybe you crave the Cream of Chicken and Wild Rice Soup like I do, and maybe you are actually off work on Tuesdays and Thursdays when it’s on the menu. If so, I hope you enjoy it.

I really do.

Perhaps you are also responsible for the disappearing of my nurse’s new Bath & Body Works candle. Perhaps the gift card and candle will be given as a gift. If so, I hope the recipient is blessed by them and enjoys every moment of the Vanilla Snowflake fragrance.

I’m not going to preach to you. Surely you’ve lived long enough to know why stealing is wrong. Maybe you’ve had significant things stolen from you, and you’ve never really known the satisfaction that comes from giving and receiving from a place of integrity.

Somehow, I hope this experience turns into one of grace, where the conviction of God opens the door for you to find forgiveness. I would never wish for anyone to live in a pit of guilt and embarrassment.

This Christmas season, I hope you know that you are loved by a God who can give you more than you can find on this Earth, or in my office.

Wishing you the best,



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