We came from different backgrounds, races, stories, and seasons in our lives. We each lived in different places, had different experiences, opinions, and politics. But casually we turned toward each other, huddling in a circle. Naturally, without any fear or trepidation, we bowed our heads, placed our hands on each others shoulders, and like lifelong family members, we prayed together. We didn’t know each other at all aside from names and what little we shared concerning our prayer requests. Judgement and skepticism was completely absent, and our voices spoke with relaxed confidence; natural as breathing. Jesus was what we had in common. Through Him we were sisters and brothers despite our vast differences and backgrounds, and despite not knowing each other. We were unified by the grace at the center of our being, the grace that had transformed our lives. This is what it’s like to be in personal relationship with God. In that moment I caught just a small glimpse of the power that’s radically transformed the world over the last 2,000 years, changing honor-based cultures in which pride was valued rather than humility, dominance rather than service, courage rather than peaceableness, glory rather than modesty, and loyalty to one’s own tribe rather than equal respect for all. The transformational power that led to the mindset of charity and service, rights for all people, the end of slavery, and the beginning of social justice. The power that can bring people together from across the world, from any culture or experience, able to break every chain, topple every wall, whose influence shaped if not brought forth Western Civilization, provided a moral compass for humanity, whose countless hospitals, movements, organizations, universities were founded on and named after. That power was resting on three complete strangers the other night as we came together for the sole purpose of praising our Jesus, resonating as one family for a brief hour on a Sunday night, and then going our separate ways.

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