When I was a kid in the late 60s throughout the 70s, I used to see these guys and gals everywhere; they dressed in beat-up and/or odd clothing (lots o’ tie-dye, fringe jackets and battered Army fatigues), had beards and long hair, some even smoked weed. They were a ubiquitous segment of American culture for a while.
Like other hippy-dippy types, they’d go on and on about the environment, peace, love, flowers, the purity of kids and animals, the evil of “The Man” (aka: government, industry and squares); but these folks were also heavily into…JESUS. Lots of witnessing for the Lord, stoned testifyin’, handing out “Peace, Love & Christ” pamphlets and tiny 'lil New Testaments. They’d always wrap up a conversation with, “Jesus loves you, man!”
So, what the hell ever happened to these folks? Like other branches of the “hippie” tree, did they all cut their hair, shave and get jobs? Are they all living in some big Jesus-loving commune in Oregon? Did they get absorbed by the more mainstream elements of the Christian faith? Honestly, I kinda’ miss them.
Compared to the frothing, fuming, angry, judgemental, political face of the Christian faith that we see so often nowadays (Baptist minister who wants President Obama dead, I’m looking in your direction, pal…), these guys seemed as dangerous as a fart in a windstorm. I’m not a Christian by any means —actually organized religion makes me more than a little nervous— but I didn’t ever mind these sincere, well-meaning, sweet, weird longhairs who couldn’t wait to tell you about a God who loves you (rather than the current view of the God who wants you to suffer).