There’s a McDonald’s restaurant near the Los Angeles jail facility where I used to serve as a visiting chaplain in my early days in the public practice of Christian Science. It was a good place for a snack before conducting the church services. It was also the only fast-food restaurant in a neighborhood fraught with heavy gang activity.
One evening I grabbed my wallet and a Christian Science Sentinel from the car and went inside for a soda before heading to the jail facility. The church service that night was uplifting and inspiring, as was usually the case for inmates as well as volunteer workers. At the time, I referred to this weekly rewarding activity as my “Monday metaphysical tune-up.” While I was driving home on an empty freeway, the Los Angeles skyline sparkled with lights. I was filled with gratitude for God’s goodness and love.
The next morning, however, as I was getting ready to return for one-on-one interviews with inmates, I realized that I’d left my wallet in the booth where I’d sat at the McDonald’s the night before.
