[betrayal of trust]
One Sunday someone took my friend’s money and iPod from her purse… at Church.
Those who were there when she discovered that things were taken, were shocked.
First thing that perplexed us was of course the very fact of theft.
But something blew our minds more than the theft itself. The fact that it was at Church…
“One of us…”
We don’t know who did it, but we have a suspicion. Really, there was only one person who could’ve done it. Everyone else have been to the Church and youth group for a long time…
And yet, the stupid nagging suspicion hooked our minds.
“One of us…”
It hurts. It stinks.
It makes me wonder how could someone decide to do something like that at Church. Then I remember that just because people go to Church it doesn’t make them saints instantly. Sometimes time passes and they realize what they’ve done. Sometimes time passes… and they don’t. One never knows.
I have a friend. Back in early ’90s, when he was still an alcoholic and a drug addict, he robbed an apartment. He robbed an apartment where friends of his friend lived. He stole everything he could.
Fast forward a decade. He joined a rehab program, stayed there for a bit longer, and after training, he became a pastor and a proud papa of 11 kids (one of his own and the other are adopted).
Fast forward a few more years. A former missionary to Ukraine comes back for a visit. He was the one whose apartment was robbed. He had no idea about the robber, but he prayed for him. It was a great time of reunion and reminiscing about the past.
I don’t know whether the recent situation with my friend will turn out to be so powerful. Not all thieves decide to repent. However, whoever s/he is, I hope those stolen possessions will not be used to destroy her / his soul completely.
The betrayal of trust still hurts. The irksome doubts at who could it be irritate the mind – the fact that we now need to protect our possessions where we used to feel at home is no fun.
Yet… I don’t know how, but I know God is able to use this… somehow.