I went to a church service last night, I love Saturday night service. It was a great time of worship and hearing the word and then we came out to the car afterwards to find that the passenger window to the van had been broke and someone had taken off with my purse. I know I should not have left the purse in the car, I do know this, I picked up my bible put a bag on top of my purse so you couldn’t out right see it and well, it just wasn’t enough obviously. Glass was everywhere and it, of course, shook me and the kids up a bit. I went in to the church to let someone know what had happened so that they could be aware of it. Then we took off with glass everywhere, and sitting in a 28 degree car because we had no window. I stopped just on my way out and called Jim. He said, “call the police”, that we did, then went home to work on canceling this and that.
In the middle of the night of course I am thinking about all that I will be missing forever and ever that I really cherished. Besides the inconvenience of not having the hard earned money I had made that week in the salon that was in my purse to deposit, and the chaos of canceling credit cards, and no drivers license, also sentimental things such a a ‘coach’ billfold that was given to me by a sweet friend. I would NEVER buy one for myself so it always made me feel a little above when I pulled that baby out. Also, I had always kept a little note on a piece of scratch paper that Jim had wrote to me on his first trip to visit me when we were first dating. Why I kept it? I don’t know, it just made me happy sometimes. I also carried around the calculator that the number 9 had to be touched just right to work but I have had that probably since I was in 8th grade. And……I loved my purse, I got a great deal on it and I just LOVED it. WAH!!!!!
But, even bigger than all of this? I think what bothered me the most, was probably the care that was taken to
NOT handle a need by someone who should have taken a few more action steps to show that it ‘mattered’ that I was sitting in church and got my car broken into and purse stolen of the parking lot I was attending church at.
When I went into the church I was trying to not cry, I was a bit shaken, I went in to primarily let someone know because there was glass everywhere and I was hoping this wouldn’t happen to someone else if they knew about it. I walked in and couldn’t really find anyone that was security like (big church) so as a person was done laughing and talking to one of our pastors I came up to him and asked him if there was security around that I could possibly speak to. He kind of hummed a bit, asked what the problem was, and I told him my car got broke into in the parking lot. He said, “Oh awesome, awesome” I responded with, “Did you just respond to what I told you with the word awesome?” He looked at me and proceeded to the door to see where the car was, it was super close to the entrance of the church so he peaked out and said he would like to know where it was at, he spotted it after I pointed to where it was at. He said this does happen, and asked me if I needed anything. I said, “well, I’m a bit concerned about driving over all that glass and my tire getting sliced, and other than a REALLY cold 28 degree night with no window and 20 minute ride home I guess no.” He said, “Oh ok, thanks for letting me know, what is your name?” “Marlece Lasher” and then he repeated my name back to me and I left.
If I had the chance I might say to this gentleman,
I am a capable woman, I am an adult who can take care of things, but I possibly could have been a single mom with 3 babies in the car even though my youngest is 9 along with 3 older brothers. I think that what I would like to have seen when I walked in the door of the church and came to you with a need instead of, I guess, putting a positive spin on it with “awesome, awesome” you might have directed me to someone who had a broom so that I may clean up the mess or perhaps even find that broom yourself and help me with the mess. Then suggest and help me call 911 to report that my purse was stolen when my car was vandalized when broken into. Maybe coming to the car with me and look to see that it was going to be a very cold ride home and offer up a piece of plastic and some tape so we could keep the air from freezing me and the kids on the ride home. Possibly make sure, since I had no money on me that I had enough gas in the car to get myself home (that would have been over the top thoughtful though) And then end it with a bit of reassurance that you would work on maybe getting some stronger security out in the parking lots because you would hate for this to happen to anybody else. Maybe a call, maybe not. Action instead of words is much more effective in showing love and making a person feel cared for. I’m a big girl and I have already gotten past this moment, but this would be some advice you might want to take when the next person approaches you with a need. I know you were interrupted from your social time and you were in need with all of that too, I get it. As I got into the car with my boys, we prayed, and then I told them that if a person is in need actions are always bigger than words.