Back in the early 70’s, my friend Pat said to me, “Do you want to go on a double date?” He
was seeing a girl named Marilyn that he’d met at school in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. She was
a Christian. I was amazed that a religious girl would date Pat. As “wanna-be”
hippies, he and I were into drugs, drinking, rock ‘n roll, and women. But this
surprised me?
Pat said, “She has a
sister. Do you want to go?”
I did go… and we had
a date, but I don’t remember it at all.
I remember the sister was cute. I called her to ask if I
could go to Coeur d’Alene to see her. She said yes, and so I showed up at her
house one evening. Somehow, it happened that her mother invited us to join her
in going to see some friends. When we arrived, it turned out to be some sort of
church house group.
We
all sat in a circle. They did some preliminaries like singing. Then, at a
certain point, my date’s mother said, ‘Now,
let’s all go around the circle and each one share what Jesus means to you.”
I was not a Christian. I had not read the Bible. I did not
go to church, although I could remember going to Sunday School at the Lutheran
church as a young boy. I remember the Bible story comic strips. I really liked
the pictures of Roman soldiers. That appealed to me. But that was long ago, and
I was an unchurched heathen at this point.
I sat observing the 20-odd people, one at a time going
around the circle, talking about what Jesus meant to them.
Finally my date spoke. I don’t think I heard what she said.
I was busy composing my own speech mentally. Now it was my turn.
I sat there. There was an uncomfortable silence. All eyes were
on me.
Finally I stood. I said something like, “Yeah, I think Jesus is cool. I believe in God.” I sat down.
The
night ended. I never saw that girl, her mother, or her group again.
But I do remember an experience going home that night
long-ago.
I drove from Coeur d’Alene to the Silver Valley in Idaho,
listening to rock music as I always did. I pulled up to a four-way stop sign in
Pinehurst.
As I sat there, I suddenly became aware of how good I felt.
I felt absolutely joyful. There was a peace in my heart. I remember feeling
clean. That was the feeling… cleanness. I had not known I wasn’t clean. But
that night I had an immense sense of well-being as I sat at that stop sign.
Realization of how I felt produced in me a thought, “It was a good thing that I’d been with the
people of Jesus.” It was a profound moment. I didn’t over-analyze what it
was or why I felt it. But I have never forgotten that moment either.
I didn’t start to attend church right away. I didn’t start
to read the Bible immediately. But that experience impacted me, and I would say
it became one step in a process that took a year and a half before I ultimately
committed my life to the Lordship of Jesus Christ at an American Lutheran
Church.
So what happened that night? I believe God allowed me to
feel his presence. I felt what he feels and experienced what he is like. It was
different. It made me happy. It made me want more, even though it would be some
time before I got to that place.
Joy.
Peace of mind.
Love.
Being clean.
Those are some of the reasons why I am still a still a
Christian after 43 years.
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