For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.
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.
