Sometime this weekend someone broke into our parish office. They didn’t take anything from my office, which surprised me because I had my old Presario 1275 on my desk, and they didn’t take much from the other offices either. Apparently, they were only after cash and we don’t keep cash around. It’s still a little creepy to imagine someone sitting at my desk—exactly where I am right now—going through my drawers. My desk is covered in black soot from the finger print search.
I wonder where a person has to be in order to break into a church office for the few dimes we have in our desk drawers. Free food is everywhere in this town, and our church gives away tons of money to people who need help with utilities.
Our receptionist thinks the break-in was for drug money. I’m not a worldly person, so I don’t know much about that lifestyle, but I can’t think of any other reason someone would go through so much trouble for so little.
The police got a pretty good handprint of the guy, so they’re optimistic that they will find him.
