Monte Gannon: A police officer stood on my porch and asked, “Are you the registered owner of a white trailer belonging to Meadows Church?”
“Yes,” I said, startled. It was Thursday night. Why was a cop asking about my church’s equipment trailer?
I’m the pastor of Meadows Church in Omaha. Back then, in September 2019, we were a start-up holding weekly services at a Marriott hotel. We stored our stuff—musical instruments, speakers, amps, lights, kids’ ministry materials, Bibles, gift packets for first-time guests, coffeepots—in a trailer in the hotel parking lot.
“Your trailer was found in Council Bluffs, Iowa, today,” the officer said. “It appears to have been stolen and set on fire. It’s been taken to a tow yard. No suspects have been apprehended.”
I nodded, speechless.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said.
But I wasn’t thinking about the trailer. I was thinking about whoever had stolen it. Turns out, he and I had something in common.
The person who did this was addicted to drugs. Had to be. Only a drug user would be so desperate. Drugs make people do the most degrading things.
How did I know? I used to be a drug user myself.
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