I have fond memories of the Jesus Movement during the 70's. Two single guys, both new Christians and extreme hippie-sorts, had an open apartment for all comers on Friday and Saturday nights, open for worship. The floor was packed to the last square inch with bodies and dogs and even babies. Into this lively worship scene walked an elderly gentleman dressed in a suit, a white shirt and tie, and a very short haircut, carrying a big pulpit Bible. I thought, "Oh, oh, a fundamentalist-Jesus People cultural conflict." Not so. Someone pulled out the only chair in the apartment so he could sit down. Then the guitars were laid aside while they asked him to open his Bible and teach them from the Word. He did (without a judgmental attitude) and they listened attentively. It was absolutely beautiful and memorable, how the grace of God bridged the cultural gap.

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Mary Vanderkooi
Kale Heywott Church (KHC)
Soddo, Ethiopia