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.