It never occurred to me that I would one day be writing a column whose first line contained the words, “I really admire the guy that robbed us,” and yet here it is.
Our church has joined the ranks of those that have had catalytic converters stolen off of our vans.
I am an unrepentant, recalcitrant workaholic. I always have been. An elderly pastor’s wife not too far from us, who many years ago was my third-grade schoolteacher, loves to remind me that I used to ask for extra work to do when my assigned work was done. That attitude has only deepened through the years; very rarely do I work less than 70 hours a week, and usually more than that. I pastor, do a full schedule of evangelism, write books and columns, teach in a Christian school, do the maintenance work on our church facilities and grounds and many more things that fill up my hours with labor. As such, when I see a person with an excellent work ethic, I really do admire it; I have no use for laziness whatsoever.
So, my man, whoever you are, mad props from me to you.
Thanks to our security cameras, we know that our thief was dropped off on Wednesday, April 20, at 10:48 a.m. at the bottom of our driveway by someone driving a silver crew-cab truck. He walked up the long drive, checked around and immediately set to work. He was really lucky in one regard; Dana and I are almost always there from early in the morning on Wednesday until late in the evening. This was one of maybe two or three days out of the year that we were not.