It is important to set the scene for this post. It was 2:09AM and I had just finished my prayer watch at Ellerslie (nightly from 12-2AM). I had returned to my car (BIG BLACK SUV…) and was warming up the engine for a few minutes. Just as I decided that the engine was ready to go, and started pulling out from the curb another car came around the corner and down the road. It seemed rather strange that there would be another car coming through the neighbourhood at this time in the morning, but I just kept on driving (keeping to the right side of the road…). As I passed the car, I noticed that it was a Ford Territory (or similar) with extra lights on the top, and the sign “Windsor Police”. Not being at all worried about this, I chuckled to myself and kept on driving down the road.
Now I had decided beforehand that I would go to King Soopers (our local supermarket) which was meant to be open 24/7. The only problem, was that the police car had gone past, and seeing me pull out from the curb decided that I was up to no good. They turned the car around immediately and started back up towards where I was driving. I guess it didn’t help that to get to the supermarket I took a left, then a right, then a left again. They followed behind me by about 50m right into the car park, and then drove off.

So I jumped out of the car and walked up to the door… only to find that the supermarket was now open from 5am-midnight. Not wanting to wait a few hours, I walked back to the car. As I got into the car, I saw the police car waiting about 100m away in another car park with its lights off. I had obviously added to their suspicion by making my way to the car park of a supermarket that was CLOSED…
So I drove out of the car park and down the main street of town, and naturally the police car followed. To make things worse, I was driving about 10miles under the speed limit (warming up the engine still), and was making sure that my driving was A+. Now being smart, I stayed in the left lane until I was coming up to the corner that I needed to turn down. Just 100m beforehand, I indicated and moved into the right-hand lane, and drove around the corner. The police were given sufficient time, but they didn’t follow me down that road, or so I thought.
After 10 seconds I saw their lights behind me once more as they had done another U-turn and turned back down my street.
Puzzled by this, and thinking that they were really wanting to follow me wholeheartedly, I forgot exactly which road I had taken. This meant that I turned down a street one too early, and again had to turn left, right, left, right. With this puzzling display of deceptive manoeuvres the police edged closer until I finally pulled into my cul-de-sac and turned off the lights. The police unit kept going down the street quite quickly, and disappeared into the dark of night.
Confused by all of this, I gathered together all the bits and pieces in my car, grabbed my bible and locked the car. At the end of the street, I saw approaching lights. Ah hah I thought to myself… they DID want to come and talk to me. Sure enough, it was another patrol vehicle (sedan this time) which pulled right up to me.
The officer wound down the window as I stayed, waiting in the cul-de-sac. The first question that came out of his mouth was “Is that your bible?”. I answered in agreement. I guess I am lucky that I am not in China as I answer that question. But after that brief interaction, the police officer was quite satisfied that I was not up to any mischief and explained that they were just checking out anything that looked suspicious. He actually had quite a smile on his face when I explained how I thought that King Soopers was still open, and how I had taken the wrong turn on my way home, all leading to increased suspicion.
So there I was, standing outside the house where we are staying, talking to a police officer at 2:30 in the morning, after being followed for a couple of miles by the police. Well, I know that it is not that exciting, but it was definitely a different experience, being followed home from a prayer meeting.






























