My wife does not like the grandchildren to climb on the back of the couch.  It has a large picture window behind it.  She doesn’t want them damaging the couch, and she certainly doesn’t want them to break the window or to fall through it.  For the most part they heed her admonitions to stay down.

But on this beautiful sunny morning with light streaming through the window she sat down across the room from the couch and called my attention to something.

“Look at those hand prints on the window.”

Right at the top of the window above the couch were three small, very distinct hand prints.  Either we have a very tall grandchild or one of them violated grandmother’s commandment.  Perhaps the culprit thought that no one would know; but if we were interested, we could identify the guilty party by the prints he left.

Looking out another window I see two mid-sized footprints that were left in the mud on the wrong side of the string that I put up to protect my newly-seeded grass from being walked upon.  The imprints are a deep blemish in my otherwise perfectly-leveled seedbed.  Each grandchild has been warned numerous times to not cross over the string that Grandpa put up to protect his grass.  We happen to know the source of those prints.

No one will ever know?—It’s well for us who are older to remember that not one sin in the history of the world has ever been gotten away with.  The day will come when a spotlight will be shown upon each unrepented sin.