Our church’s former preaching pastor Mike said that after he became a Christian in the Philipines, he was excited to share his faith, and wrote to all his buddies in New York to tell them about Jesus.

Pastor Mike and I were converted at about the same time. I was in high school, in the 70’s. He called it a generational revival (as opposed to a geographical revival) of the Jesus movement that spread around around the globe. I did not grow up in a Christian home, so I feel so grateful that God reached down to me during this Jesus movement, when I was not even seeking Him.

And just like Pastor Mike, I was excited to share my new faith. At Christmas time, I sent Christmas cards to my friends and wrote the gospel message in the cards.

One friend that I knew back in junior high school responded back and said, “I am a Christian too!”

Over the years, we’ve been in touch on and off. I attended her wedding and she attended mine. Then I randomly saw her and her husband in Disneyland. I visited her church a couple of times.

It wasn’t until yesterday that we actually met up formally to have breakfast together. After all these years, now that our kids are older, we have more free time to spend a couple of hours talking. And it seemed like there was no gap in our friendship at all. We talked about our struggles, our spiritual life, our families.

She is my one friend whom I’ve known the longest, over 35 years.  She is the only friend I’ve kept in touch with from my growing up years in Pasadena (her parents still live in Pasadena as my dad is still in Pasadena.) How precious it is that she is my Christian sister.

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