Love is a dimension of depth. We plumb the depth at very different levels. Only God has ever reached rock-bottom. One level which many have explored is that of just being a friend. A Muslim laborer working on the compound of the theological college in Nigeria was won for Christ simply by one of the students going out of his way to be a friend, first by 'showing an interest in his affairs', then by meeting his needs in sickness, then by inviting him into his own home. One day in conversation the labourer started talking about religion. “He repeatedly mentioned the word ‘love’ in connection with Christianity.” “Now,” reports that student, “the way was open for the gospel ... After careful reasoning together, my friend understood Jesus Christ is the Son of God.”
There is nothing but that is not quite commonplace in the story, any more than there is in the story of a young man in Iran who when asked what first made him want to become a Christian replied: “Because I saw love in the life of another Christian. I watched him and I saw all he did was activated by one motive, love – I too wanted to find the source of true love.”
Rather devastating that – “I watched him.” That thought ought to bring us to our knees.

