Originally posted on August 30, 2006
My son's best "Christian friend" has purple hair (or at least that was the color when I last saw him). So...is he a...Christian? You betcha... He reminds me a lot of myself at that age.
I came to Christ because a fellow student in my junior high school had been told by her pastor to find the "least likely" people to become a Christian and invite them to a revival meeting. Guess who she invited? Me and a friend of mine. Out of the entire class, she chose the two of us. She had no idea that on the outside I was a mess but on the inside I had been searching for God for years. The Author of the Great Romance had been calling, I just didn't know where to go.
I did attend that revival meeting and I did go down that aisle (it was that kind of church) and I was gloriously changed in an instant. I mean, my spiritual DNA changed my physical DNA, there was that much of a transformation. Not that it showed up immediately but it certainly did over time. I'm not sure there is scientific evidence that such a thing would occur but there is life evidence.
I remember in my former (corporate) life, sitting at a table surrounded by the senior management of a major corporation. I was there with my boss to assist them in long term planning. I'm not sure why that particular day stays with me but it happened twenty years ago and I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember looking around that table and for a moment, thinking I've come a long way baby. I don't think God appreciates such thinking. In the next moment, it was like He opened a curtain in my mind and showed me what I would be without Him. It was so real, it took me awhile to get my attention back on what was expected of me that day.
Perhaps this is why I love kids with purple hair. My former pastor used to tell me it was because I have the gift of mercy. Probably, but I think it's also because I started out as the last, the least, the little, the lost. So did everyone else, come to think of it.
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Hee, hee. I used to have purple hair! And pink hair... and black hair... shaved on the side. White, white makeup and black lipstick were my choices, let's see... it will be 20 years ago next week.
And what was going on in my life at the time? Well, my dad left my mother for another woman, for one. I left college then to come home and help pick up the pieces of her broken heart.
Could I have used a little guidance at that time? You betcha! Could I have needed a lot of Christ? Oh, my. Only He knows how much. Did anyone offer Him to me? Not a whisper.
It took eleven years from that time to find him. And the Holy Spirit actually had been the one whispering to me the whole time.
No more purple hair for me, but I have to agree; I love kids with purple hair too.
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I'm always amazed at how I came to Christ.
One of my daughter's best friends used to have a different hair color every week. She was in her church's praise and worship team. I think people came to church to see the color of the week.
I just stummbled upon your blog and I love you already! I too was one of the last, least, little and lost until God lifted me out of that state. He gave me new life, a wonderful husband and father for my two little ones. Now 13 years later we were just blessed with our 8th child! My oldest, now on her own reminds me of myself at that age, minus two children, add a pierced nose, bright purpley red hair, and a tatooed ankle! By God's grace, when I look at my daughter and her tatooed former mohawk wearing boy friend I see two wonderful kids waiting for the Saviors call. When He does call I know they will have no choice but to respond. In the meantime God allows me to be salt and light and to really enjoy both of them where they are.
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