Looking back now, though, I realize this girl was the first Christian I knew who didn’t look at me or my family as if we were the enemy. I had told her about my parents, and she didn’t care. She didn’t think people in my parents’ community were out to get her. She simply knew she had to let me know how Jesus really felt about me. She was willing to engage those who were far away from God, and she saw them as important.
