It would be difficult in today's world to find someone who cannot relate to running out of printer ink. Therefore, I'm sure that you can visualize the large plastic theft-proof container surrounding the highly expensive liquid as I made a new purchase at the store today. These containers reminded me of the sinfulness of man and how often someone may disobey their conscience to save a few dollars. By the time I made it to the register, I felt like I had a relevant question to ask my young five o'clock shadowed cashier as he released the captive ink cartridges from their prison
Me: How often do people try to steal these cartridges?
Tim: All of the time. Ink is way too expensive!
Me: Have you ever stolen anything?
Tim: Yes, I stole a comic book when I was little.
Me: Have you ever told a lie?
Tim: (smiling) Yes, and I am going to burn in hell forever.
Me: Is that what you want?
Tim: I know what you are going to say, I grew up in church.
Me: There is a message on the back of this tract. Read it when you get a chance.
Tim was very careless about his eternal destination and it was easy to discern that he was not interested in the things of God. That's okay. I will soon run out of ink again. I'm already praying for my next cashier encounter.