While in Los Angeles, we stayed at the home of dear friends, Gary and Carol Masters. The Masters had shared Jesus with my father before he became a Christian, and they continued to be a constant source of refreshment in our lives long after his conversion.
|The Masters' home. As a child, it seemed like paradise to me.|
|Me with Gary and Carol Masters and their son Larry. Gary and Carol seemed old to me and 12 year old Larry was like a very mature older brother.|
One day while we were in Los Angeles, Mom and Dad were talking about this topic while they drove down the freeway. Dad was remembering that as a youth, he had shoplifted some electronics parts from Henry Radio in Los Angeles. The parts were small and easy to hide in his clothes.
Dad was saying that he would like to make restitution, but that Henry Radio was probably no longer in business (the theft had occurred over 25 years before).
Then happened one of those rare, divine moments that will be forever a part of our family story.
At that moment, a truck bearing the logo of Henry Radio drove by them on the freeway. Simultaneously stunned and thrilled, Dad followed the truck to the store, went inside, explained his story to the proprietor, and made restitution.