A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to meet a childhood hero. Ok, he was not a hero, more like a villain. I was on a sales call in Florida, when I spied a sign, "Boba Fett here today." Curious, I stopped in and met Jeremy Bullock, the actor that played Boba Fett. I picked up a commemorative action figure that he signed, which I have displayed on occasion on my bookshelf.
While Logan was at school last Friday, I pulled out some of my old toys I keep in storage in our loft. Autographed baseballs, bobble heads, action figures, and of course the Boba Fett. I shared the toys with the Cole, but explained to him why the Boba Fett was unopened and that he could play with any toy except that one. I placed it on top of the bookshelf, safe above reaching hands.
Saturday morning, we were cleaning up the house and I went up to the loft to pick up the toys and put them away. As I topped the stairs I saw remnants of the packaging. I am sure I woke the neighbors with my bellow, "Who opened my Boba Fett?"
Silence. I questioned again. Tara joined in and Logan stepped forward. "But Cole gave it to me and told me to open it."
Why is it that we are drawn to the forbidden fruit? With all that we are given, we want more. It seems also that we are tempted most when we are feeling tired, hungry or powerless. Hungry in more than the physical sense, when we are desiring more, better or greater things. Are we so sure of grace, that we assume their will not be consequences?
There is a balance. You will have to leave the garden, you will feel pain, you will work hard, but I still love you , I will clothe you and I will watch over you. The boys faced their consequences, but I made sure they understood that I loved them and I even apologized for my initial anger. I understand, because I have received grace and a few consequences along the way.