It’s not every day that a police officer walks into our
office and starts asking questions. On
the scale of everyday occurrence to abnormally out of place, this event would
land squarely in the realm of possibility but would be forecasted with a strong
system of “highly unlikely” sweeping through the region.
Fortunately my office sits in a very worthwhile position,
one which allows me be aware of what is happening at most moments but also
provides substantial coverage to avoid any truly awkward situations. So when the very unlikely but totally
possible event of a state police officer asking questions materialized in our
office, I can ensure you I didn’t miss the opportunity to insert myself into
the investigation.
As I entered into the interrogation without an invitation my
heart rate started to soar. I wanted
desperately to know what had happened and how we could be essential in nabbing
the local villain. You could read the
headlines now – “Student Pastor Key factor in Apprehending Mobster”. I was ready to give back and be of
service. I glanced over to the officer’s
computer screen. On it he had images
taken from what appeared to be a store surveillance video.
Now we were getting somewhere – if only I could identify
these criminals. As I glanced at the
screen, my heart dropped. It was hard to
make out – it was black and white – it was a little grainy – but when I saw the
images what I saw were some close friends of mine at the church. The officer asked me, “Do you know these
people? Do they go to church here?”
My heart sank again.
It looked like my friends – and it was the police. I didn’t want to lie but I also couldn’t
believe it was them. I answered his
question … “It could be them … (using their names).” “Could you provide me with an address?” the
officer asked. Something about it didn’t
seem right. I felt like I was turning my
friend in, a friend I was sure had done nothing wrong. I ignored his question. I said, “I have his number, you could call
him.” The officer wrote down the names
and the number and then left.
As the officer left I was pretty worked up. My blood had really been pumping by
then. I knew he was just doing his job
but I felt like he was pumping us for information about someone I cared
about. I felt like he came and took
information that I didn’t want to give and left us there trying to figure out
what had happened. I felt exploited … by
the Fuzz.
It turns out everything was fine – there was an
investigation and the police looked into my friends but it was just a case of
mistaken identity. As things developed
it was clear it wasn’t them, the culprits just happened to look like them. But as I looked back and reflected on the
event I had to ask myself why I got so worked up about the officer just doing
his job. Why did I feel this deep need
to protect something important to me and why was I tempted to keep that
information away from him?
I started to think about my own spiritual life and how
sometimes I react the same way to God as I did to that officer. God comes into the office of my life and
starts poking around a little bit. He
asks me some questions. He is looking
for the answers – just the truth - nothing more nothing less. He wants me to be honest to help Him to His
work. He can do it without me, but if I
cooperate it makes His job so much easier.
He’s on the case and He wants to make everything right and restore what
has been broken or taken. His motives
are pure.
My motives however can be called into question on a regular
basis. Instead of letting my guard down
and letting God get to the heart of the matter, I act like I have been pulled
over for a traffic stop. As he
approaches the window, I tell him I know my rights and He’s going to need a
warrant if He wants to search me or my vehicle. He has to have just cause; He can’t just
expect me to lay down my rights.
When in reality that’s exactly what he expects me to do.
Matthew 16:24 – “Then Jesus said to his disciples, “If any
of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up
your cross, and follow me.”
Jesus tells us that we must lay down our rights SO we can
pick up our cross AND dying to ourselves is the only way that we will truly
follow Him.
Jesus is not some Cosmic Police Officer trying to trip you
up. He’s not the Fuzz trying to work you
for information.
He is a good and loving God – who has done and will continue
to do anything and everything to solve the case – and make things right in your
life once again.