Dear Christian Car Dealer,
I just want to say please, please stop telling other people that you’re a Christian. At least if you’re going to conduct business the way you did with me. See, when I saw the crosses on the wall of your showroom and perused the selection of Bible tracts you had available on your desk I thought I could trust you.
Boy, was I wrong.
See, I told you that I needed to buy a car for my kids to drive around. You know, to get to school and practice and stuff. You said you had just the thing and then I bought a nice little 10-year-old car for $3,700. You should remember me, I paid cash. 37 crisp Ben Franklins in your hand.
Yes, I test drove the car and did a basic check of the engine. Everything seemed fine.
But, not two hours after I got the car home it started acting up! It wouldn’t shift into gear and when it finally did it was such a jolt I thought I would see the transmission trailing behind me in the street.
I brought the car right back to you. What you said next floored me. You said, “Well, this isn’t going to end well for you.” Yes, those were your exact words.
I said, “I haven’t even owned the car 24 hours. Can’t you do something? Like take it back and put me into another car on your lot?”
You said, “I’m real sorry. You bought it as is so there’s nothing I can do.”
Yes, sir, there is something you can do. You can act with integrity. You know that you sold me a bad car. You knew it and still, you did it.
Please understand, I’m not perfect. I mess up too. But, I would never screw a brother or sister over on purpose. Not for $3,700–not for $100,000.
So, please, take down the crosses and put away the gospel tracts. Stop telling people that you’re a believer. You’re making it hard for Christians everywhere. You’re feeding into the perception that we are greedy and that we don’t care about others.
Our culture is hurting and losing hope. People are more distrustful of each other than ever before. Know this, the world is watching Christians carefully to find out if what we believe makes a difference. They want to know if Jesus is real.
In the long run, I’ll be fine. My best friend actually gave me a car for my kids to drive. He did that because he felt bad for how badly you treated me.
In closing, I hope that you are treated better by other believers than you treated me. I hope that you’ll have more opportunities to make the right decision later. Because, honestly, I felt more betrayed by your deception than by just about anything else that has happened to me lately.