Let me tell you about Brooke. She's a petite doe-eyed brunette with long auburn hair that dries straight naturally. She drives a black sedan with horrific midnight velvet seat covers, not one but two cherry air fresheners, and an "Easter" bumper sticker plastered to her back window. Tearing across the freeway at frightening speeds, she belts the words to her favorite Christian songs, and not always on key mind you. She makes abrupt and frequent stops that often result in several lacerations on my neck, compliments of the seatbelt strap. The hot pink hearts embroidered on her steering wheel cover never seem to help the situation.
This girl has the body of a D1 cheerleader, yet she dresses it in blue jeans and sweaters. She could probably get a date with any guy, but chooses to hang out with all girls. The cherry on top to this female phenomenon? She blinks her big brown eyes and informs the ticket taker at the movies "Jesus loves you" every time, without fail.
I actually like Brooke. Sure, her random "Hallelujah!" and "Praise Jesus!" can catch me off guard at times. And when she asks perfect strangers on the street "Do you know Jesus?" it can make for an awkward moment. But the thing is Brooke is being completely real. Her faith is integrated into every aspect of her life. That's why we pray for the police officers that pass us on the highway and bless the homeless sitting outside the stores we shop in on State Street. She's got a heart for the Lord and wants to share it. And that desire alone is enough to keep this gorgeous girl away from bars and boys. It's enough for her to set aside her pride and sacrifice what's "cool" or "normal". Her love of the Lord is enough to make her, yes, a Jesus Freak. And I think it's pretty damn cool.
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