My life was dramatically impacted by the power of the gospel in a single day. Yet the people who reached me were, in my opinion back then, some of the lamest people on the face of the earth. I thought you couldn't be any lamer than a Christian who actually talked about God and walked around carrying a Bible.
If someone had tried to reach me by being cool or by trying to relate to me, I don't know how well they would have done. By that time in my life, I had had enough "cool" to choke on. I had pretty much been there, done that, and I was fed up with it. I was searching. And through the process of elimination, I had already determined where the answer in life was not
. It was not in the hedonistic, materialistic, partying lifestyle of my parents' generation. Nor was it in the choices that I had made thus far. So being "cool" would not have reached me.
What did, however, was a group of fellow high school students who were unashamed to live out their faith. I had narrowed my search to Christianity, because I reasoned that these people were either out of their minds or actually did have an encounter with Christ. So I had to examine option number two: Could it be that these people really had met God? Of course, I determined that they had. And when I heard the gospel, I made a commitment to Christ.
I was looking for something real, something authentic, and I found it in a relationship with Jesus Christ. That, by the way, is still what young people are looking for today: Something to believe in. Something worth living for. And even something worth dying for.