Seeker has to open cover for true story

Thursday, July 17, 2003

One day, as seekers are likely to do, a seeker went seeking. On this particular day the seeker was seeking a particular prize; he was looking for a Christian. He had done his research, or so he thought, and believed he knew exactly what to look for.

As he went about seeking, the seeker found a man dressed in a white shirt and tie standing outside of a big brick church with a tall white steeple. The man held a large black King James Version bible in his hand and had a stern look about him. Surely the seeker had found a Christian. He felt proud that he had been so successful in such a relatively short amount of time.

Just then, seeker heard a loud rumbling noise coming down the road. He was put out by the interruption, and turned in the direction of the noise to find out what it was. A bearded man in a leather vest, sunglasses and faded blue jeans was riding by on a large motorcycle. The seeker noticed a stylized cross and the name of a Christian motorcycle club emblazoned on the back of the vest.

"Gosh," he thought. "I didn't know Christians could look like that."

With that, Seeker turned and walked on down the street. As he passed the corner at the edge of the Town Square, he spied a group of young people inside a storefront coffeehouse. They were singing and dancing and jumping up and down to what sounded a great deal like the music he might listen to. The beat was loud and the music was very modern, and the young people were obviously enjoying themselves.

As he passed by the door of the shop, he noticed the name of a Christian mission painted there.

"If they're dancing to music inside a Christian mission, these kids must be Christians," he thought. "Nobody ever told me that Christian music could be so enjoyable, or that Christian kids danced."

Later that evening, still confused about just what exactly a Christian might look like, he ventured over to the local arena to attend the annual college rodeo. As he walked around looking at the horses, bulls, cowboys and cowgirls, he noticed an older fellow standing in front of a small set of bleachers. The man was dressed in jeans, boots and a cowboy hat. He had small Bible in his hand and was talking about the sacrifice made by Jesus on the cross. His audience was a group of young barrel racers, rodeo clowns, bull riders, calf ropers, steer wrestlers and other rodeo types.

"That's odd," thought the seeker. "I didn't know cowboys, cowgirls, and rodeo clowns could be Christians."

And as the seeker thought about all the folks he had seen that day, he said out loud to no one in particular, "I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover."