One time I was at a pizza parlor and in walked a group of about ten people. I tend to be a people watcher, so I looked at this group. It immediately struck me that there was something strange about them. So I kept looking to see what it could be.
It wasn't long before I was able to see that no two people in this group seemed to "go together." There were no similarities that I could use to put a label on things. It wasn't a group of three women with Gucci bags talking about where they got their last mani-pedi. It wasn't a couple of dudes wearing the same team's jerseys getting a seat for the game that would be on TV. They didn't have conference nametags on, and it wasn't a sports team in uniform. It seemed a random collection of ages, clothing styles, hairstyles, economic status, etc.
It finally occurred to me that this group was probably a Christian church group. Later on, I heard several of them talking about a bible study and things that were happening at church. I had correctly identified them.
When I look back over my church life, I am sometimes amazed at who my friends have been. In many cases, I see really nothing in common with those people short of being in Christ with them. And that's the thing that overrides other things. We then have found new things to do in common. Things that I wouldn't do with other people more like me.
Not only are many of these people those who have minimal things in common with me, they aren't "normal" people in the usual sense of the word. They aren't the types of personalities that I might wish I kept company with even if they did have much in common with me. Many of them are altogether strange. Of course, they might think the same of me if they really sat down to ponder it. But that's the beauty of fellowship with those people we simply know as "Christians." This alone should tell us that it is a work of God. We certainly wouldn't have planned it this way.