My target was in sight so I drove to the curb, put my van in park, flipped the hazard lights on, got out and started casually walking toward the police car. I’d been looking for an occasion to approach a peace officer and finally found my opportunity.
It’s kind of funny I thought, all this traffic passing the both of us, everyone driving by was probably thinking that the cop had pulled me over. Then I wondered if anyone I knew would see what was going down and misunderstand. I could hear it now, “Did you know that Reverend Windham was arrested today?”
I shrugged off the potential fallout—I was a man on a mission.
The policeman had noticed me and I saw that his driver-side window going down with such an official smoothness. He had obviously been trying to catch up on some paper work and now here he has some guy walking up to him.
He looked to be in his mid thirties, clean cut as you would expect, with a countenance that lacked that clichéd sternness, ‘Can I help you?’ he asked as I reached the side of his car.
“No, I just wanted to shake your hand and tell you to watch your back out there”. Appreciation flooded his face. “Thank you” he replied with a sincerity that made me feel so glad that I had stopped.
I know that bad policemen exist but there are also a lot of bad preachers out there too. In fact, percentage wise, corrupt religious leaders have done more damage to the people of any city or town than villainous law enforcement. This is a travesty of justice and mercy all around. That is why every incident of evil, by those who are called and set apart to do good, should raise an alarm but never to the indictment of all. That is a great injustice and lack of mercy for all the truly good guys.
Both the policeman, and the preacher man, is ordained by God to fight sin. If you doubt me, check your Bible. For he is God’s minister to you for good. But if you do evil, be afraid; for he does not bear the sword in vain; for he is God’s minister, an avenger to execute wrath on him who practices evil.
And so, there we were, the two of us temporarily off-duty, shaking hands.
‘I’m praying for you guys’ I said backing up and turning to leave. No need to linger. The Man has paper work to do and besides, maybe I can get out of here before someone who knows me thinks I was caught driving too fast.
Well…not this time.