When I entered into a relationship with Jesus, as I’ve written about, I was blind-sided by some of the responses.
My life was radically changed. I mean, I went from messed up, self centered and depressed to directed, caring, and joyful.
Yet the responses were all over the board.
One acquaintance, who’d recently experienced a similar transformation, said, “Fabulous! Let’s talk. Tell me about it.”
And we grew to be close friends.
An on and off girl friend, who lived in a distant city, remarked when I saw her afterwards, “Yeah, I heard you’d become a Jesus freak.”
I laughed and replied, “Wow, I’m not sure I’m a Jesus freak but I have always been a little wacked out.” And went on to tell her what had happened.
She responded, “You know, that’s great for you. It’s just not my thing right now.”
A third friend was one of my closest growing up. His mom was like a second mom.
See they were Armenian so there was always lots of family events and eating going on. And I was just one of the kids. So often I spent more time at their home than my own.
He told me, “I talked to my mom about what happened to you. She talked with our priest and he said I needed to be careful. This isn’t according to their doctrines.”
To say I was bewildered would be an understatement.