On a typical Sunday someone will hand me an item and say “Someone lost this. I don’t know what to do with it, so I figured I should give it to you.” Makes as much sense as anything else, I suppose. Yesterday was a good haul as I ended up with a checkbook, and iTouch, and a wallet. The checkbook owner was easy to track, the iTouch owner I’m still working on, and the wallet – well, that’s an interesting story.
The wallet had passed through several hands before it got to me. A volunteer had found it in the church parking lot, she passed it to our pastor’s wife who passed it to Karla, who passed it to me. I opened it, looking for a clue and got the driver’s license. Easy. I walked over to a computer and had a volunteer do a church database search for the name. It wasn’t there. Hmmm. He must be one of the non-compliant ones that never fills out a connection card.
I went to my Mac and pulled up Facebook. Facebook users are not as privacy-conscious as you might think, based on news reports, so I did a name search for the guy. Winner! Name and face match. Pulling up his profile, there wasn’t much to go on, except that his profile linked to his wife’s profile. His wife’s profile showed her place of employment as a car dealership, and for my convenience, listed a number so I called it, asking for his wife. She was off for the weekend, but I was put in touch with one of her employees. I explained the situation with the wallet, so she sent a text message to her boss with my contact information.
A few minutes later, my phone rings – it’s the owner of the wallet. He thanked me for my investigative skills. No problem, I replied. Then I asked, “So, are you here on campus right now for the 12:30 service or did you already go home from one of the earlier services?” This is where it gets strange.
He said “Here’s the thing: I’ve never been to your church before. I last had my wallet at the nearby Starbucks this morning.” My wheels and gears in my investigative brain were turning. We DID have contact with known panhandlers that morning, known to be near the Starbucks with the ‘I ran out of gas’ scam. It could be that they picked up the wallet, then ditched it in our parking lot after finding nothing to work with. The wallet owner said he’d be out in a few minutes to pick it up.
When he arrived, he gave me a hug and asked if I knew why the lost wallet happened. I explained my scenario of how the wallet got to me, but he stopped me and said, no, God wanted me here today and he was going to get me here no matter what it took. He then explained further:
He gets together with a couple of guys weekly to do a bible study. It’s completely independent of a church, and he hasn’t been to one for quite a while. Recently, he’s been getting invites from friends that attend EastLake Church. He knew about our current series, Relationship Rehab, and that had sparked his interest because he loves to learn about the psychology about relationships and communication. Three weeks ago, his wife told him that she would really like for the two of them to start going to church together, and he had agreed, but never took the step.
The morning of the lost wallet, they had intended to come to EastLake Church, but he had again found an excuse to skip it. Sitting around at home, he announced to his wife “By the way, around 4PM today, I’m going to get together with the guys for my study.”
That did not go over well. He got an earful of “You are so selfish. I’ve been wanting us to go to church together. You agreed to do that with me, we miss it again, but you’re going to go do your study on your own.” As he tried to formulate a response, the text message came in to his wife’s phone about the wallet. That broke the tension of the moment as he called me back.
He held back tears on the drive out to the church, knowing that he hadn’t been listening to God, avoiding church, avoiding spending that key time with his wife who was starving for it. God took it up a notch and placed him there to retrieve his wallet.
He assured me that he would be going home to apologize to his wife for his selfishness and would be back with his wife next weekend to be at the service. Perfect timing, too. Next week’s message is Relationship Rehab: What Women Wish Men Knew. He walked back to his car, shaking his head in amazement at the God who pursued him.








