Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Sneak (05/12/16)
- TITLE: Bikers And Apples And Booze
By Daniel Rae
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Uncle Ed's house had recently been brought back into play after several years as ' out of bounds'. Ed was my dads next youngest brother out of a total of 9 boys. And in a family of infamous rebels, 'Eddy' was the most haywire of all. He was an associate of a notorious motorcycle club and its fiercest 'collector'. If anybody owed the club money, it was Eddy that they sent to collect it. And it was rare that he even needed to show up. Once word hit the street that Eddy was on his way to collect, even the most overdue repayments, seemed to show up out of nowhere.
But something had happened to Uncle Ed. Something remarkable. At 11 years old it wasn't particularly easy to understand, but a couple of things were clear. Harley Davidson's no longer jammed the driveway. There wasn't a sign of cigarettes or beer bottles or pounding music. Rather, there were Bibles and gospel music as well as spontaneous prayer. The home was truly transformed from a den of iniquity, to a place that the Presence of God, was a palpable thing.
This fabulous development put Ricks place back on the short list of places that I was free to go and stay, whenever I liked.
A lot of material was left over after the garage was complete, and In no time at all a magnificent structure was being assembled. In just a few hours the building was nearing completion, gabled roof, crude bunks, even a hinged door that closed and locked like a perfect door should. There are very few projects that can steal a young boys heart like a Fort can. And this was no bush league Fort. This was the Taj Mahal of Forts, and Ricky and I were transported to a whole new make believe world, as we stocked it with sleeping bags and junk food. By sunset the effort was complete and we'd talked Uncle Ed into letting us stay the night in our diminutive new structure. But there was one singular condition; We were not to leave the yard.
Sometime late in the evening we came up with an irresistible plan. There were plenty of apple trees in the neighbouring yards, and the notion of raiding apple trees had somehow been sown into our juvenile bucket lists. So quiet as cats, we slipped from the Fort and into neighbouring yards, filling several paper bags with stolen apples. In no time we were back in the Fort and fast asleep, apples spilling from overfilled bags, onto the plywood floor beneath us.
We entered the main house in the morning to Uncle Ed reading his Bible at the kitchen table. " The word in the neighbourhood", he frighteningly stated " is that there were a couple of guys raiding Apple trees last night". Uncle Ed had reconciled with The Lord but he was as intimidating as ever. Tattooed fingers and ear lobes and ink sleeved arms, exacerbated my concerns. But it quickly became clear that we were in for a lesson and not a beating. He was reading from John 2:25 :
"... Because He did not need anyone to testify concerning man, for He Himself knew what was in man". Uncle Ed, this entirely new creature ( 2 Corinthians 5:17 ) went on to explain that we can never 'sneak' anything past God. That He sees everything. Never did Uncle Ed clarify what he let us presume, that being it was God who'd caught us. And for years after, no matter what sinful act I pondered, I was acutely aware of The Lords presence.
40 years later, I was reminded of this account, as person after person, recalled how Rick had influenced their lives, leading many to Christ.
But at some point, Ricky had decided to sneak a drink, after being sober for 25 years. He'd been away from his family and structured accountability. To an alcoholic, time alone can be deadly. The drink Rick thought he'd sneak, became a bottle he couldn't put down, and he died in a fleabag motel, from alcohol poisoning.
The man that had helped so many, couldn't help himself.
We can never sneak anything past God. His unseen hands serve to hold and protect and guide us.
Take them, and hang on tight.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.