A bewildered and frustrated Sgt. Joe Friday has been working on a cold case for several weeks.
Despite his best efforts, the renowned detective can’t pin the rap on Willy Martin, a notorious bank robber. A cool $100,000 has been snatched away from the First National Bank, all in large bills (aka “Benjamin Franklin’s $100).
Sitting at his desk and checking his notes, Friday’s thoughts keep coming back to the same pattern of thinking. Since the money remains hot, it is very doubtful that Willy Martin has put any of the money back into circulation. He’s been under surveillance for weeks, but he hasn’t made any suspicious moves.
Every Saturday morning, Friday meets up with his retired partner, Bill Gannon. They hang out at their favorite coffee shop and trade war stories from their past cases.
Bill is telling a story about a funny situation which recently took place in Ohio. He recalls the situation, “A grandmother’s $25,000 went missing from her home. It was her life savings.”
Friday continues listening, but he is just about filled up with coffee and conversation. His mind keeps working overtime on the cold case.
Bill’s version of the story begins to become more interesting to his former partner, “No one knew where the money went. Her grandchildren helped clean her house one day. They were very thorough, even emptying out the old, spoiled food from her refrigerator and freezer.”
Friday eagerly waits for the story’s finale, as Bill wraps it up, “Her money was stored in the freezer in an envelope, and it was accidentally thrown away. Fortunately, the trash truck operator found the cold cash before it ended up at the landfill.”
“Bingo! Cold cash!” Friday jumps up and thanks Bill for the hot tip. As his good friend hustles out the door, Bill wonders what is really up.
On Monday, he heads across town to ask a judge for another search warrant. The warrant is for Willy Martin’s grandma’s house, more specifically her freezer. There is a large chest freezer submerged in the depths of her basement.
When Friday shows up at grandma’s door, she seems a bit shocked to see him again. After all, he searched the entire house several days ago, and nothing was found. Except, this time the determined Sgt. Friday remembers the freezer in the basement.
With the efficiency of a well-seasoned detective, Friday quickly removes the contents from the overflowing freezer. Hiding at the bottom of the freezer is a false floor. He tears open the heavy cardboard to find several envelopes hiding out down below.
As he checks the contents of several sealed envelopes, he discovers the missing loot. All $100,000 of it! Even Benjamin Franklin is winking back at the detective, “Honesty is the best policy.”
The detective reads grandma her rights. Then she suddenly begins singing like a parakeet, “I never knew what Willy put in my freezer. Honest Sgt. Friday. He promised me everything was okay while he stayed hidden from the heat, who was checking on his every move.”
Sgt. Friday replies back, “Well, crime doesn’t pay when you are asked to take the heat for hiding someone else’s cold cash.”
While the storied detective calls to make arrangements for officers to pick up Willy Martin, he finally begins to relax. This challenging cold case has been solved.
Papa had always been sort of set in his ways. Some might even say he’d become much too old-fashioned, but he took pride in being thrifty with a dollar.
My brother, Nick, walked up to Papa one afternoon and explained his dilemma, “My old, worn-out phone needs to be replaced. All of the guys at school own a way better one than mine.”
Looking up from his magazine, Papa firmly replied, “Ain’t broke yet!”
A few days later, Mama called out to her husband in a voice filled with distress. Her washing machine was on the fritz . . . again. Papa made a couple of quick fixes, and then told Mama, “Ain’t broke yet!”
Mama always told me, “Papa has always been a penny pincher, just like his dear ol’ Papa.”
A couple of weeks later, the zipper on my outdated winter coat was stuck. Running to Papa, I tried to convince him to buy me a new coat, “Papa, this old coat is just worn out. Don’t you think it’s time to buy me a new one?”
Papa took my coat. After fiddling with the zipper for a couple of minutes, he brought it back to me with a proud smile on his face, “Ain’t broke yet!”
The next morning, Papa was sitting at the breakfast table, and he was looking over the advertisements in the newspaper. A dashing, new pick-up truck caught his eye, and he imagined himself driving it down the street for everyone to see. With his usual humble confidence, he announced to the rest of us, “I am thinking of trading in the ol’ truck for a brand new one. She has quite a few miles on her.”
From Hebrews 13:5: “Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have; for He has said, ‘I will never leave you or forsake you.'”
Coveting greed, money, power
Like Judas, actions tasting sour
God’s teachings, pushing them aside
Sowing seeds, giving up control
Loving money above all else
Trading Christ, reaping sin’s bankroll
Souls filling with love of money
Lusting for power, endless greed
Selling even our Savior Jesus
Cashing evil’s footprints, each deed
Life’s journey ending in ruins
Betraying Christ for power’s game
Walking with our selfish Judas
Missing out on Salvation’s claim
Lovers of ourselves, over Christ
Following evil’s empty voice
Draining life’s grace-empty wallets
Realizing now, God offers choice
Born into this world, with nothing
Taking nothing from planet earth
Living within self, contentment
Walking with Jesus, our rebirth
From 1 Timothy 6:9-10: “But those who want to be rich fall into temptation and are trapped by many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, and in their eagerness to be rich some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pains.”