I am thinking of conversion; how it happens that God moves in us so mysteriously. I want to see it happen more and more. How does it occur? For some well known people it happened like this.
There is C.S. Lewis. Lewis’s knowledge of mythology kept him from faith. He saw similarities between Jesus and myth and chalked Jesus up as another mythological figure until his friend, J.R.R. Tolkien, told him Christianity was the true myth, the myth that really happened. Lewis got in the sidecar of his brother’s motorcycle to go the zoo. He would later say that when he got in the sidecar he didn’t believe. When they arrived at the zoo he did, and that he was “the most dejected and reluctant convert in all of England.” But believe he did and we are all the beneficiaries of his faith.
There’s C. Everett Koop, Surgeon General in the Reagan years. He was a renowned pediatric surgeon and atheist. In his midlife he began to feel hollow and purposeless even though he was quite successful. He began to consider what made life worth living and started attending a church thinking he could examine what it offered, dismiss it, and cross Christianity off his list. After a few months of attending he said, “It dawned on me that I was no longer on the outside looking in, I was on the inside looking out, and I didn’t know when the miracle had happened.” Somehow being among the people of God had wooed his heart, quietly and subtly, into knowing Jesus.
There’s novelist and spiritual writer Frederick Buechner. He was young, already a successful novelist, and lonely living the solitary life of a writer. He began attending a church down the street to have something to do and to be around people. Elizabeth had just been crowned queen in England. The preacher was using that as a theme and said that Jesus was crowned as king in our hearts amid confession, tears, and great laughter. Buechner later wrote, “at the phrase great laughter, for reasons I have never satisfactorily understood, the Great Wall of China crumbled and Atlantis rose up out of the sea, and on Madison Avenue, at 73rd Street, tears leapt from my eyes as though I had been struck across the face and I was a new creation.”
There’s Max Lucado. He was ten years old. A man was teaching Romans to a class of boys. Lucado says that “the jewel of grace was lifted and turned and it stole my breath.” He goes on to say he didn’t understand most of what the man was saying but that he loved Jesus. He said, “If you had told me Jesus was in hell I would have gone there.” And that brings tears to my eyes, too.
Do you know what real conversion is? It’s not our decision. It’s not our wanting to avoid hell or even our wanting to go to heaven. It’s the work of God in our hearts that brings us to the point where Jesus becomes to us our great love, our great joy, and our great truth. It’s a transformation that we don’t force and cannot make happen. It is falling in love whether we fall swiftly or whether love sneaks up on us and one day we realize that Jesus has won us. This is what being saved is. I hope it has happened to you.