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Topic: YOUTH (04/04/19)
- TITLE: Looking Back
By Dave Walker
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Now my stomach obscures those feet, the skin drapes over my outstretched arms and hangs in a fold, and my eyes peer mistily from overhanging lids in a lined, weathered face.
Look, here's me beside -- what was her name? --- Julie, at the final year dance; hair slicked with Brylcreem, tuxedo complete with cummerbund, and a face aglow with love. Oh, the soaring heights and plummeting depths of teenage love. I carved Julie's name on my desk, we cuddled at the back of the movies, shared a milkshake and walked hand in hand on the clouds to the moon, Julie's beauty outshining the stars. Then came the misunderstandings, the gloomy aftermath of a quarrel that left me wanting to die, before the lightning trip back to the stars as we made up. Finally, the break-up. The end of the world... until, within a short time, it was Betty, eclipsing all I'd ever known with Julie.
Ah, youth! A time where feelings blaze in technicolour and issues are starkly black or white, with no room for grey. A pivotal time that can set a destiny. A fragile time when the deep questions of life come under scrutiny and demand answers; where, with youth's uncanny spiritual penetration, hypocrisy and superficiality in their elders are perceived for what they are and rejected, and the pressure of peers to conform is all-pervasive.
Look at this picture. See the guy in the middle with long hair, a diamond in his nose and a flamboyant shirt? That's me, wanting to be different. I joined the hippie movement --- a youth movement protesting societal norms. Conventional society was proper in dress code, sexuality, and social behaviour, but at the same time perpetuated a war in distant Viet Nam, destroyed nature with industrialisation, and oppressed the poor with greed-motivated capitalism. I didn't stay with the hippies long, though. I didn't go along with free sex (make love, not war --- remember?) or the psychedelic drugs they used.
Now this one --- this is what I moved onto. The long hair is still there, the diamond in the nose has gone and I have a cross tattooed on my forearm (I still proudly have it). I am in the Jesus movement. In a sense, that was still anti-establishment, because it arose from the hippie culture, but it was God-orchestrated. It was where I was born again. Suddenly I knew the truth and, like so many young people, I wanted to change the world.
The Jesus movement started when hippieTed Wise, after nearly overdosing on LSD, went to church with his girlfriend Liz and responded to an altar call. Radically converted, he and Liz, now his wife, reached out to the hippies by starting a Christian commune, called The Living Room. I was one of the more than twenty conversions that took place there every week.
Meanwhile, other revival fires were kindled. Dave Hoyt was a disillusioned Hare Krishna follower who came to Christ. His preaching, with his mentor, Kent Philpott brought hundreds of hippies into the Kingdom. In Pirate's Cove on the Pacific coast, Chuck Smith was baptizing 500 people a month. Many were disheartened hippies.
At the same time God was pouring out His Spirit in the Charismatic Renewal, He was moving among the hippies, bringing to the church a culture of freedom of dress, freedom of movement in worship and the use of contemporary music in praise.
This picture is later. That's me and Jean. I met Jean in the Jesus movement. We settled down and started a family. We lived through sunshine and rain, fire and ice, calm and storm, with Jesus by our side always seeing us through, till He called her home. Look at her sweet face...... How I miss her.
And now my tired old heart is failing, my breath is weak, my joints ache, I struggle to see, to hear and to remember and my hands tremble. The gates of splendour are opening for me. My Saviour awaits to transform this lowly disintegrating body into the likeness of His glorious body (Phil. 3:21).
And I'll be young again. Forever.
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