Scam Artist and Love
This is a bit of a continuation of the conversation from my Sunday School group that I was relating last week: the-hero-of-the-story-part-one
My wife’s favorite time to eye-roll is when I get a call from a telemarketer or a scammer. If the telemarketer won’t take a simple “no” for an answer, I am often too happy to keep them on the line.
I once read a particularly obnoxious newspaper salesman the entire “Green Eggs and Ham” book, substituting in the name of his paper for the green eggs, and “read” with “eat.” “I will not read it here or there, I will not read it anywhere!” He hung up before I got all the way to the end.
My brothers are better at this game than I am. When one brother was told that the caller’s monitor indicated his computer had a virus, my brother refused to go to the computer until his scammer could assure him that the virus was not contagious to humans.
Great fun. Then I read this article from Readers Digest. (Go ahead, and read it.)
Could I see an internet scammer as the hero of a story? Answer the phone thinking, “How can I love this person?” Probably not.
To be clear: no one is saying we need to fall for the scam – that’s not love either. But to think of the other person as a child of God, misplaced, broken, but still a child of God. Hmmm.
My friend, aptly named Faith, once got an obscene phone call. Her response? Pity. She told the man that she understood how lonely and desperate he must be to making this call. She told him that he was loved; that Jesus wanted more and better for him.
It wasn’t a joke to her, or a way to get the caller off the phone. She genuinely hurt seeing the fallen nature at work in this fellow human being.
I’m still working on that.