I traveled quite a distance for lunch today. I went to the south side of Scottsdale in the Phoenix area, a trip of 30 plus minutes. I was willing to make the trek since I was meeting someone for the first time and it was about halfway between the two of us.
The first problem was I listened to a woman on how to get there! What I mean to say was I listened to a woman’s voice, namely my charming “Carmen” Garmin (my GPS.) I have talked before about her. It is kind of a love/hate relationship.
Honestly, she usually doesn’t steer me wrong. This time, however was the exception. I think I went through every stoplight in the valley and ended up being about 20 minutes later than I expected.
The good thing was the guy I was meeting for lunch didn’t give up on me. The lunch was great and the conversation was excellent. I think I have found a new ministry friend in the valley. So, I was happy to pay. I took the bill, paid it and left. It wasn’t till later that I encountered my second problem.
My debit/credit card was missing. Logically, I called the last place I had used it: the aforementioned restaurant. Yep, after identifying myself, they admitted they had the card. In fact, I was one of three persons who forgot their card during lunchtime.
They assured me that they had the card under lock and key and that all I had to do was come with a valid ID and could retrieve it. But that means that I had to trust them. I do… sort of. What I mean by trust is that it is limited. I don’t know them.
I don’t know how many employees handled the card. I don’t know if someone has friends in Texas or Massachusetts or even Canada who they have called and given my card number to. Who knows? Maybe right now they are buying milk or nails or even toilet paper.
I don’t have anything against milk or nails or toilet paper. We all need these items. I just prefer to not pay for them unless I have given prior permission. So, of course, my limited trust led me to go to my bank account online and make sure nothing suspicious was afoot. It looked normal other than my wife’s recent frequent trips to Lowes or Home Depot looking for those desert plants!
Here’s the deal. Trust is fragile. It takes time to develop and only seconds to destroy. We need to build bonds with each other and that means connecting, relating, and building. Of course, we need to be willing to extend that trust even if you have been burnt before.
But, it is worth it. Our lives require taking the risk. But, we need to be careful with the trust people place in us. They need us to be true. They need to know they can give us our “card” and it will be safe.