One of the moms from the Training Station just crashed into my car. (The Training Station is the preschool here at the church.) I was sitting here in my office writing that last post when the director came in and told me what had happened. She said the mom was real upset and that I needed to talk to her.
When I went outside, she had indeed whopped my ’99 Chevy Malibu. But there was no actual damage–nothing actually dented or bent or whatever. It was just a little curved in with a little bit of random black artwork thrown into the mix. As Pastor McCready (one of my mentors) would say, it just added character.
The mom was really upset and wanted to give me money. But like I said, there wasn’t any real damage. Besides, the car has been paid off for nearly a year and only has another year or two of life left in it.
Last week I read a Bible verse where Paul wrote that those who use the things of this world should not get attached to them. I just can’t see letting someone give me money to fix something that doesn’t need fixing. Honestly, it’d be not only a waste of money, but a waste of time, too. I don’t want to be attached to the things of this world!
The mom didn’t believe me and wouldn’t accept my refusal. So I did the only thing I could think of: I keyed my own car. I thought it would help her to see that it really isn’t a big deal, but it seemed to make her more upset. Hey lady, meet the new psycho pastor.
If there’s a lesson to be learned in all this, I guess it’s don’t argue with your daughter about bringing a caterpillar home from the playground while you’re backing up your SUV.
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