I’ve been preaching through the 10 Commandments this fall. Tomorrow morning is number eight, “You shall not steal”. I’ve been sitting here reminiscing about all the different things of mine that have been stolen over the years.
It made me remember one of the first blog posts I wrote eleven years ago.
I’m afraid it says way more about me than you probably want to know. Read on…
I went to guitar center last night to peruse the best they had to offer. I’m such a wannabe guitar hack… While I was there, I thought about some former guitars I’ve owned.
Three different Ovation Custom Balladeers, a vintage Guild D4, a Takamine EG Series Cutaway, an Olympia OD5 made of white ash, and a Breedlove Discovery Concert Mahogany top… The first Ovation was stolen out of my car in the church parking lot before a Sunday evening service 29 (now 40) years ago. I replaced that Ovation with an identical one (after saving up for six months!). At the same church building, that guitar was stolen right out of a classroom during a youth group “all-nighter”…some kids let a guy in the building during the middle of the night and he bagged it.
Silly me, after saving up some more money (and some help from the youth group), I bought another Ovation and kept better care of this one. In 1989, I traded that one in on the vintage Guild D4 from a little “hole-in-the-wall” guitar shop. I had watched it for nearly a year and finally saved up enough money to go with my trade in. No doubt, that was my favorite guitar I ever owned (complete with the deep, gouging scratch little Corey put on it with a screwdriver)…
The week before we moved to Texas in 1995, that guitar was stolen from the church we were serving in San Diego. Some kids we were working with stole it during a Bible study and took it to a pawn shop for drug money. I didn’t have time to stick around to find it. I always hoped it ultimately landed in the hands of a guitar player that appreciated it’s greatness.
When we moved to Texas, it took a little while to save up some more money, but after a few months, I purchased my Takamine. Around 2000, a youth minister from another church group tried to steal it down on a Mexico mission trip. No joke! Thanks to some stealth undercover work by my friend, Buzzy, I got it back. A couple of years later, though, the guitar was fully submerged in water when the tip of a tornado touched down in our camping area during a summer junior camp. That guitar is still in use, but it sounds like I’m playing in a fish bowl…
I bought my Olympia guitar a few years down the road, and, guess what? Some local downtown Lewisville hooligans broke into the North Point church building and stole it! A year or so after that, I purchased another guitar…a cool little low-end Breedlove that everybody always thinks is one of the sweetest sounding guitars they have ever heard…. Amazing.
The moral of this story? Church is not a safe place. Definitely not for guitars. Sometimes not for people, either.