Don’t You Need Proof?

As is often the case, I was the last person to leave the church following choir practice tonight. I gathered up the stuff I needed to bring home, and wandered out to the car. The windows were a little fogged up (yay humidity), so I fired up the defroster, rolled down the windows, turned on my lights and sent my “I’m hitting the road text.”

I noticed a car at the stop sign on the corner, but the diffused light through my rear window made it hard to tell that the car was right behind me until I heard the door open and footsteps in the gravel.

Slightly concerned, I checked the side mirror. A local police officer was walking up, flashlight in hand. 

“Hi” I offered, in my best really, I am so not concerned voice. 

“Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to see who was here and why, this time of the evening.”

“Oh, great! I’m the pastor here. And actually, I just locked up to leave.”

One eyebrow went up, quizzically, making clear that didn’t explain why I was sitting in my car outside the building.

“My windows are fogged and I was waiting for the defrost to…” I say, pointing at the window and the controls for the a/c. 

“All right then. You have a good evening”

I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or concerned. I mean, it’s nice he believed me. But really- does that mean anyone could say they are the pastor and get a pass? 

Or maybe that no one would be silly enough to make that claim if it weren’t true? 

One more for the “things that ale you say hmmm” file.


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