SUNDAY

Ah, Sunday! What a great way to end a hectic week full of exams and projects! What a great way to spark another busy week for the glory of Christ! Sunday is the day I get to see all of my favorite people all in one place. Then we sing the greatest songs ever written. Then we study the greatest book ever written. Then we leave, determined to live the greatest life ever lived. Not to mention the traditional greatest meal of the week usually takes place on Sunday. For these resons, Sunday has been my favorite day of the week for many, many years. Last Sunday, however, turned out to be quite unique.

Its funny how seemingly small mistakes can lead to seemingly big consequences. The day before yesterday, Saturday, I went to play wallyball with a bunch of other fellow PBFers late that night. We had an absolute ball of a time and didn't leave until just as the co-rec was closing down at midnight. It wasn't until we were pulling into my neighborehood when I realized I had left my wallet behind. Allen and I called the co-rec and left a message but it didn't make me feel any better and this is why:

Earlier that night I had given my grandfather a hundred dollar bill that I had gotten for Christmas and he gave me sixty dollars back because I had borrowed about forty dollars from him. Allen was headed out the door and so I stuck my sixty dollars in my wallet. I had never carried that much money with me and that night was the night I forgot my wallet in a small compartment in the wallyball room.

I slept fairly restlessly that night and went to church pretty dog tired and still nervous about my wallet. Finally, after church and after lunch, I went to the co-rec and got my wallet back. On my way there, I gripped the wheal with my sweaty palms and told God that it was up to Him... but I really wanted that money back. When I got there, the girl behind the welcome desk handed me my wallet. My license, my debit card, and a couple gift cards were still there. All my money was gone.

I stood there for a few moments, staring at my empty wallet, shocked. The girl at the welcome center asked, "Is everything there?" I shook my head and stormed out of the building. On my way to the car I felt a hot rush of blood flow through my body.

Some of the thoughts going through my head were, "How could someone do this to me? Did they not look at my picture and see how cute I am? God, you are so cruel! I know I told you to do what ever you wanted with that money but surely I could have used it for better purposes! That theif is probably going to use it to get drunk next weekend!"

I'm so thankful that this happened to me on a Sunday. Becuase last night we had Moldova night and I realized (once again) that life is not about me. Moldova is one of the poorest countries in the world where men and women get by with extremely low wages. Who cares about my sixty dollars? There are much bigger things in this world that we should be upset about and can do something about it. We can't afford to get attached to our own abundant supply of money because people like Moldova can't afford us to keep it all to ourselves.

Already I'm looking at yesterday and shaking my head for my stupidity and yet thanking God for His inteligence. I have so much to learn... and He has so much to teach me.