Today, I bought a motorbike.

“Didn’t I already have one?” You might ask.

I did, two months ago.

On August 26 my motorbike was stolen. The same bike that was not stolen several months earlier. But this time it was.

I was away from home at the time, but my housemate and several other friends that were home woke around 4:30 that morning to the village chief (yes, this is still Phnom Penh) fiddling with a lock on our front door. He’d noticed our gate was open and a lock had been set.

Here’s part of my journal entry from the following day:

Yesterday was glorious. Unfortunately, my bike got stolen, but in spite of that, I got to spend time with Jesus. The day was octaves higher than any day in the last few weeks or longer… God, I love this. Yesterday you told me to put my hope in You, Your Word, and Your coming. I want to do that.

Khut Ney woke me up at 4:53 with news about the bikes (both his and mine were taken). That gave me an extra half hour, after taking a moment to recover from the shock of a stolen bike, to talk with God. It was also in the middle of one of the most inspirational series of talks I’ve ever seen, generously shared at our workshop by a Zimbabwean-American missionary.

I was stoked that day because Jesus is so much better than a motorbike, and I got to meet Him. Life is more than things.

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” -Romans 5:1-5