So on my last birthday, my
mom and dad gave me a
shiny chrome bike.
It was the coolest thing
I've ever seen.
I could do all kinds of tricks,
and I was so much
faster than everyone else.
But then my friend Evan
got a red bike.
It was fast, too.
Then everyone got a red bike.
Mine just wasn't good
enough anymore.
I had an idea, but my parents
said I shouldn't do it.
I decided to do it anyway.
This was the best idea
I've ever had.
My friends were going to be so
jealous when they saw my bike.
But when I started painting
the bike, the red paint
started dripping
off the chrome.
It was the worst thing that
could have happened.
I thought it was
ruined forever.
I went to my parents to
ask for their help.
I thought they would be so
mad, but they weren't.
My dad told me that people make
mistakes, and there's
always a way to fix them.
He gave me a bunch of tools, and
he said it would be a lot
of hard work, but that
we could make
my bike shiny again.
It took a long time.
I could see my friends outside,
and I wanted to go
play with them, but I knew
I needed to keep
working on my bike.
I never thought it would work,
but finally the red paint
started coming off.
I could see how great
it was going to be.
Soon my bike was just
about perfect.
My dad helped me so much.
Race you to the park!
Although the path is not easy,
the promise is real: "Though
your sins be as scarlet, they
shall be as white as snow."
