“Then, coming to the point, Laban exclaims, ‘Wherefore hast thou stolen my gods?’ (Gen. 31:30).
And there we have it--the wretched nature of idolatry, the fierce, satanic grip it gets upon a soul. Just last night Laban had met the true and living God (Gen. 31:24); yet he still referred to the wretched little clay idols as his gods. ... ‘My gods!’ cried Laban. Behind the image there lurks the demon; the worship of the idol gives the demon a hold upon the devotee. ‘My gods!’ cried Laban. Gods indeed! Gods that could be stolen! Gods that could be packed up like old pots and pans and stuffed into a bag! Gods that could be bounced and jostled over three hundred miles without word or whimper! Gods that could influence wind and weather, it was believed, yet gods that could not even cry out to the deluded man, ‘Here we are, Laban, on our heads in Rachel’s saddlebag!’ ‘My gods,’ the deluded Laban cried with the voice of the true God yet ringing in his soul.”
(John Phillips’ commentary on Genesis)