Our postal carrier came in to our store today, harried. He
had picked up a man’s wallet on the sidewalk. He had contacted his postal
supervisor who told him bring it in to the branch at the end of the day. Nancy
and I remarked, “Why don’t we figure out who owns it and phone him?” Although
that did not match with Postal Service regulations the mail carrier agreed.
Referencing the wallet owner’s driver license I looked him up in an old phone
book. (Do you remember phone books?)
I phoned the number. A woman answered and said that the
owner of the wallet was out in the neighborhood nearby riding his bicycle. We
agreed to keep the wallet in a safe place (filing cabinet) until that man could
pick it up from us.
About 20 minutes later the owner of the wallet, whose face
matched the photo on the driver license that was in the wallet, entered the
store. He was grateful. He wanted to pay us. For a phone call? We refused to
take his money. He then decided to make a modest purchase. He left happy. We were
glad to help him.
Later I wondered if the Holy Spirit was working on the
gentleman by encouraging him to enter this religious bookstore. Who knows what
change it may make in the wallet owner’s life?