Before I became a believer, one of the things that attracted me to the Christian faith was the way Christians loved each other.
I was raised in the sixties, when the hippie and drug culture was coming on strong. We wore peace symbols and used words like groovy
. It was all about love and peace. But it was a sham. There was no love and peace. I quickly saw that it was hypocrisy.
Having been raised in a broken home, I wanted love and peace, and I thought maybe this culture was where I needed to look. I actually bought into the philosophy for a time. I wasn’t looking for a buzz or excitement; I was looking for meaning in life.
But I never found it until I started meeting Christians. They had the love and peace I was searching for. They would get together for Bible studies on my high school campus, and I would watch them hug each other and say, “God bless you.”
I thought, “This can’t be real. They can’t really care about each other. There’s no way.” But as I kept watching them, it started bugging me. And then I thought, “What if they’re right and I’m wrong? What if the love is real and not an act? What if God really is living inside them? What if they have the truth? If that is true, then I don’t have it, and I don’t have the answers. That means I need to hear what they have to say.”
Can people see that love in your life as well? When people of different ages, socioeconomic backgrounds, and cultures set aside differences and come together to worship in the name of Jesus Christ, it is a powerful testimony to a world that is more divided than ever.