If you ever saw me on the street and wondered to yourself, “Who is that hippie walking down the street?” you would …be wondering that about someone other than me.
I do not look like a hippie, and yet I call myself a hippie all the time. Why? I’m so glad you asked.
I enjoy the whole peace & love way of life of hippies. And, when I remember to fix my attitude, I try my hardest to be a peaceful and loving person. I am shocked (SHOCKED!) by gratuitous violence and gore. I want to faint at the merest suggestion of pain. I want to think about bluebirds and happy songs all day long. And mostly, I want to enjoy a nice, cold beer at Smiley’s. That’s all I want. And it’s all I want for others, too!
If I could make my own clothes, I would. But for now, I settle for discovering awesome gems for 99¢ lb. at the Goodwill. And yet, I still don’t look hippie. Although, if there’s a skirt with butterflies on it, I own it. That’s kind of hippie.
I actually feel like hippie-ness goes hand in hand with my faith as a Christian (well, at least, the aspects of hippie-ness that I’m choosing). In fact, in 2 Peter, we are told to complement our basic faith with: good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience (yikes! That one is hard for me), reverent wonder, warm friendliness and generous love.
Isn’t it sad to think that someone who embodied all of these qualities might be more closely identified as a hippie than a Christian in today’s society?
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Evidently, I have always been a hippie but didn't manifest it until later in my life. My brother says that this is who I was when I was younger ... I don't remember. Anyway, my heart resonates with the peace and love and care of the earth. I think these things are close to the heart of God.
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