It was 10:00pm in South Africa when my cell phone rang.
It was my husband, calling from a Bible study meeting held at a friend’s house down the road.
“Did you come and get the car?” he asked.
“Ummm .. No.” I answered, thinking to myself, Why on earth would I walk several blocks in the dark with kids sleeping at home to get our car and not tell him?
“Um, does that mean you don’t have it?” I conclude.
Our car was gone.
A trip to the police station followed, as well as an incident report and a visit by the police. Friends from Bible study came and sat with me in our house while my husband took care of all the formalities to report the stolen car.
Days later, a description of our car was heard on the radio and seen in the newspaper. Apparently someone had driven it into an armed response vehicle at a petrol station during in an attempted ATM heist. The car was totaled, and the criminals got away without any money.
It became a standing joke in our church, where my husband served as pastor. “Hey, if you need money, there are other ways to go about it,” friends joked.
And yes, this was the second time our car had been stolen, and yes, both thefts occurred during an Bible study meeting.
The moral of the story? Don’t go to Bible study.
I’m kidding. The lesson to be learned is really to walk to Bible study.
Jokes aside, both in this incident and the first, we tasted firsthand the sweet fruit of community — and it was a blessed testimony of the Lord’s grace.
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