Last Friday I had the best morning standing up to injustice helping a customer right a very comical wrong. I know accidents happen, and I'm sure FedEx didn't intentionally deliver my package to the wrong store, but they did. Normally when a person sees a package that isn't intended for them they notify the delivery service the parcel isn't theirs. But that's not what happened. The previous Wednesday the owner of the wrong store signed for the package with her own name. She then unboxed the greeting cards and placed them for sale in her store.
My customer called me to ask if I knew when her cards would be delivered. I researched to tracking number, saw it was delivered two days prior, and who signed for it. Learning the signature belonged to the store owner across the street, I called the neighboring store to ask if she had my customer’s package. She admitted she received the package, saw the other store owner's name on the package, but thought she ordered them for herself. This is when I knew then I was talking to an irrational person. She became argumentative and oppositional to returning the cards to the rightful owner. She insisted I let her pay for the cards, but I was oppositional to her suggestion. First, that would delay my customer from receiving her order she already paid for; and second, I don’t have an account with her store. Not taking any responsibility for her mistake, she chose instead to hung up on me.
After talking to my customer again, I thought it best to accept payment from the pillaging store owner for fear the irrational woman would spitefully damage the merchandise. I called the pilfering store owner to say I would accept her payment for the items. She replied with hostility and hung up on me a second time.
I followed this by contacting FedEx. After a good laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, they initiated a claim. Realizing this constituted theft, I also called the local police to ask them questions. They suggested I file an incident report and gave me dispatch's phone number. Dispatch insisted on sending out an officer who would contact me, which he did, right away. He asked if I could text him an image of my cards, the invoice, and the recipients signature. Modern convinces, I love it. In a short time, the officer retrieved the cards and returned them to their rightful owner.
Maybe this wouldn't constitute a fun morning for you, but I love righting the wrongs, standing in the gap for what is right. I read a powerful statement in Norman Brown's book, "Among The Wolves," that reminded me I am not of the Christian religion, I'm of a Kingdom. This truth has given me boldness to seeing myself as a resident in His victorious Kingdom while here on earth, allowing me to stop being afraid of evil and to stand up to injustice for the greater good.
"For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son," Colossians 1:13