I Got Interrogated

“Aaron, get up and put some pants on, the police are here.”

“What?”

“Put your pants on, the police are here.”

That is how I was woken up on August 20, 2006 at about one-in-the-morning. Paul and I were living in a tent behind the church for forty days and forty nights, and the cops were woefully unaware of this fact.* They saw our cars in the parking lot, and somehow, without a guide, they were able to track us down, interrogate us, and later, they let us go back to bed.

*They really should have known. See below.

And that is precisely the fashion that the soundest sleep I’d experienced in 22 nights was broken up prematurely – “Put your pants on, the police are here.”