When Love Looks Like Jesus
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Rosaria Butterfield was a leftist professor of literature at Syracuse University. As a feminist and lesbian, she was speechless when in 1997 the Christian group Promise Keepers held a two-day event at the university.
She criticized the university’s decision to allow the group to use the campus for a weekend, and she wrote an article in the local newspaper attacking Promise Keepers.
She received quite a lot of hate mail in response to her newspaper article, but one letter stood out. It was from the pastor of the Syracuse Reformed Presbyterian Church, Ken Smith. The letter was respectful and kind but probing, as Smith asked Butterfield to defend her presuppositions.
The letter bothered Butterfield and caused her to consider the validity of her historical materialist worldview. The letter also initiated a friendship with Ken and his wife Floy. Her previous experience of Christians included those “who mocked me on Gay Pride Day,” but that was not what Ken did: “He did not mock. He engaged.” Ken and Floy “entered my world. They met my friends. We did book exchanges. We talked openly about sexuality and politics.”
Rosaria began to read the Bible, reading it several times over the course of a year. She fought against it with all her might, but it overflowed into her world. One day on her own accord she “rose from the bed of my lesbian lover, and an hour later sat in a pew at the Syracuse Reformed Presbyterian Church.”
“Then, one ordinary day, I came to Jesus, openhanded and naked. In this war of worldviews, Ken was there. Floy was there. The church that had been praying for me for years was there. Jesus triumphed.”
The beautiful story of Rosaria’s unlikely conversion demonstrates how important it is to show grace and charity in the face of opposition. It all began with Ken’s gracious letter in response to Rosaria’s hostile newspaper article.
The tone of that letter, along with the warm friendship that followed, were the factors that God used to bring Rosaria to faith in Christ. And now as a wife and mother with a ministry to college students, she too faces hostility from an unbelieving world.
Sadly, too many believers respond to hostility with hostility in turn. But hate mail does not lead people to repentance. And it does not honor Christ. Rather, gracious forgiveness, love, and mercy are what our world needs in the face of its opposition to Jesus.
I came across this story in one of my commentaries and I think it shows us the power of loving like Jesus, and the powerful nature it is!
Years ago a preacher noticed the family standing in front of him at a New Orleans convenience store did not have enough money to pay for their few items.
He tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “You don’t need to turn around, but please accept this money.” The man took the money without ever seeing the preacher.
Nine years later, the pastor was invited to speak at a church in New Orleans. After the service, a man walked up to the preacher and shared this story about how he had come to faith in Christ: “Several years ago, my wife and our child were destitute. We had lost everything, had no jobs, no money and were living in our car.
We also lost all hope, and agreed to a suicide pact, including our child. However, we decided to first give our son some food, so we drove to a convenience store to buy him some food and milk.
While we were standing in line at the store, we realized that we did not have enough money to pay for these items, but a man behind us asked us to please take the money from his hand and not look at him. This man told us that ‘Jesus loves you.’
We left the store, drove to our designated suicide site, and wept for hours. We couldn’t go through with it, so we drove away. As we drove, we noticed a church with a sign out front which said, ‘Jesus loves you.’ We went to that church the very next Sunday, and both my wife and I were saved that day.”
He then told the pastor, “When you began speaking this morning, I knew immediately that you were the man who gave us that money.” How did he know? The pastor was from South Africa and had a very distinct accent. He continued, “Your act of kindness was much more than a simple good deed. Three people are alive today because of it.”
