I was minding my own business, texting on my phone, or reading an email; I’m not even sure which, when suddenly a young man, short of stature, slight of build, with black hair, grabbed it out of my hands, and he was gone. In that brief instant, I went from shock, disbelief, into straight up anger. And the chase was on. He had violated me, and he would pay…of that, I was certain! With adrenalin coursing through my veins, I bounded up the remaining 26 steps leading to the Sky Train platform, in hot pursuit of that terrible miscreant. As I neared the top of the staircase, I realized that he had gotten even further ahead. Adrenalin was still flowing, but a bit of doubt was beginning to set in….(the bounding I just mentioned, should more likely be described as “lumbering”…) As he got further and further in front of me, (now descending another flight of stairs on the opposite side of the street, I began to feel a little bit hopeless. But I continued. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized I could no longer see him. I continued running. In about 90 seconds, a police officer stopped me and asked me why I was running. I told him the whole story. I was a bit impatient with him, I remember, because I wanted to keep going….the thief was getting away. “What did your phone look like?” he said. “It looked like a phone!” I replied, huffing and puffing, gasping for air. I was getting frustrated, but calmed myself and described the phone and the case. He asked if I could tell him what was on it. I was about to become a bit angrier still, but I wanted to see where this line of questioning was going. I replied that I could, and he went on to say that my phone, which no more than 5 minutes previously had been stolen, had already been recovered. (The Thai Tourist Police are very vigilant in protecting foreigners there…) I was so relieved. But then, in the next 20 minutes, he began to scold me for carrying my phone so publicly in view. This, I had to take. And he let me have it. For twenty solid minutes… As he chastised me for my stupidity, my thoughts began to wander a bit, and I realize that in truth (apart from the uniform), that my savior here, looked a good deal (exactly) like the perpetrator of the crime….a young man, short of stature, slight of build, with black hair. An odd coincidence.
This weekend, we explore the meaning of the Transfiguration of Jesus and ask the question, “What Does Jesus Look Like to You Now?”
Please join us, won’t you? We gather for worship at 5:30 pm on Saturday evening, and at 8:30 and 11:00 am on Sunday morning. I look forward to seeing you there!
Peace and grace,