The Loose Cannon

I was playing handball with Brad outside our church (but it wasn't really our church). I noticed a big guy who looked vaguely familiar and a girl entering the area, and he had a baseball bat. I was nervous and thought some bad stuff was about to go down. I tried to ignore the situation and continue playing handball. It had been a long time since i had played, so i felt very awkward trying to do a lot of things. While we were playing, Bruce Wegner walked up to us and looked very angry. I was a little freaked out by this because he's like NEVER angry. He said something like "the ONE time we don't lock the church..." I immediately knew what happened. The two people i saw earlier were robbing the church. For some reason, i felt responsible for this like i should have done something before, but i was too afraid. I was still afraid, but i decided to go inside the church to see what happened. There was a closed door somewhere, and i somehow knew that the guy and the girl were behind it. I hesitated, but eventually opened it to find them there. I realized who the guy was at around this time. It was the guy we called "The Loose Cannon" at the men's retreat this year. His name escapes me at the moment. I decided to approach him, and i put my arm around him saying, "why are you doing this?" I continued on, "do you know who you are? You are Jesus' beautiful son." He looked a little shocked when i said this, and i felt like it really got to him. I think he started to tear up about this time, and he decided not to rob the church. He started unloading the stuff that he stole and putting it back in the church (which, in the dream, was just a bunch of wooden pallets). I was really proud of myself for doing the right thing as a started to walk away, and then i felt guilty for being proud of myself, so i said a quick prayer thanking God for helping me to do the right thing and making everything turn out right. Then, i went back to help the guy put the stuff back in the church.