I don’t know why I wanted that Pink Panther sticker anyway in hindsight. I didn’t even really like Pink Panther all that much, but there was something about that puffy, plastic Pink Panther sticker from the eighties that my fifth-grade self could just not look past.
My friend who sat at the desk in front of me had it placed perfectly on display on her class notebook. I started to eyeball that sticker until I realized I really wanted it. So, I asked my friend if I could have it. She said no.
I thought maybe she would change her mind so I continued to ask her on almost a daily basis. The answer was always the same. No. Eventually, I upped my tactic and offered her some money for the sticker. She still said no. I think the more I asked her about that sticker the more she believed she truly had a diamond on her notebook.
Then, the day came when I falsely believed I could not stand it any longer. I took that sticker when my friend was away from her desk and when no one was looking.
Well, it wasn’t very long before my friend noticed that her sticker was missing. Being the smart girl she was, who do you think she asked about where her sticker was? You are smart just like she was! Of course, she asked yours truly, and this is where the downward spiral began. I lied and told her I had not seen it.
I quickly realized that I couldn’t display the beautiful puffiness of that sticker on the top of my notebook, because I was not supposed to have it so I had to put it on my notebook on the underside. I couldn’t shake these new, horrible feelings I was feeling. Shame. Guilt. Remorse.
For almost a week, I walked around school with my two forearms carefully wrapped around the underside of my notebook in an effort to hide the sticker. I didn’t want my friend, or anyone else for that matter, to find out I had stolen it. I thought about telling my friend but simply could not face it.
I don’t even remember what my friend’s name was or if we were even friends after the Pink Panther heist, but I do remember the day I peeled that Pink Panther sticker off of my notebook and threw it in the trash can. I could not stand it anymore. It was wrong what I had done. I never confessed it to my friend, but it taught me a very powerful lesson. The things we covet and the things we think will bring us so much happiness once they are in our possession all too often make us feel horrible if we are willing to fall into sin to get them.
One of my favorite biblical examples of this comes from Numbers 11. Moses and the Israelites are in the wilderness. They too, like so many of us, had seen the power of God and His provision but decide they wanted a little bit more. They began to have a “strong craving” (v4) for some meat, and they complained to Moses and the Lord until the Lord gets angry and Moses gets displeased. The Lord ends up providing quail for the Israelites, and this is what happened.