Aunt Natalie Behr, my Godmother, bought a Pontiac painted three colors, which was the style in the 1950’s. My mother was with her and others when they went to a movie downtown. When Aunt Natalie came out and unlocked her car, they found the remains of a luncheon on the back seat. Mystified!          

The next morning, a cop rang her doorbell and wanted to arrest her for stealing a car. She protested, they checked the license, and then she unlocked the car in front of the policeman.

Somehow, the wrong car and its owner were re-united and so was Aunt Natalie with hers.

If nothing else, this reminds us that many prayers and devotions we make are far from “private,” because they unite us. In our life in Christ, were a colorful crowd.