Xiao Zhu stared at the money that was on the table of her office. Mrs. Fu, her colleague, had been careless. There were a total of nine one-hundred-dollar bills. Xiao Zhu quietly took the money and put it in her wallet. What a good deal! It was not her fault if she took the money. After all, it was her colleague who was the careless one. Who wouldn’t help herself to free money?

She was nine hundred dollars richer, yet she was not pleased with herself. Mrs. Fu would be nine hundred dollars poorer. She knew it was wrong of her to take Mrs. Fu's money, yet she could not resist her temptations. She needed a new laptop for her daughter, and the nine hundred would be useful. It was easy money. 

Yet, condemnation mocked her. You call yourself a Christian? Xiao Zhu struggled within herself.

Lord Jesus, she cried. Forgive me, a sinner. 

 A relief came over her. She felt her prayers answered. Calmly, she returned the money to the table. She might need a laptop, but Jesus died for her and Mrs. Fu. Grace rejoiced with her. Jesus had washed her clean with his blood.

You are purchased by blood. I had made you clean. God seemed to whisper into her ears.

Condemnation fled and righteousness triumphed. His righteousness, not hers. The thief is now a saint.

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