I hesitated while walking to church the other day. There were several beer cans sitting in the yard of the church my family had attended two years ago and I knew that the simple fact I was walking in front of the church would be enough to cause a potential problem.
I didn’t want to get involved.
I started to walk away, but then hesitated again. I also knew that the appearance of this church’s exterior was extremely meaningful to this congregation - my church home for 13 months. I knew that with everyone inside the building, it was unlikely the cans would be picked up at all.
I sighed heavily. I looked around to see if I’d be seen. Then I quickly snagged the cans and tried to get off the property… except that’s when the car pulled in. A red Nissan leaf. The driver recognized me instantly, slowed down, and gave me the investigative eye.
I continued on my way. The car slowly crunched the gravel behind me, but I didn’t care any more. Something would be said or it wouldn’t be said. Anger would be displayed or it wouldn’t be. There was something more important to do and I realized something I should have known all long: even if you don’t seek, you’re still going to be found.