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From the beginning, Reed's Christian group was different - the evangelical stuff would get you sent off to the lions. It was a new group of people and we needed a new name. When we made an acronym out of an expletive – Oh For Christ’s Sake – I knew I'd like these Christians who weren't afraid to make fun of themselves. Our first “Christian ministry event” was the Freshman Death Match. We gathered around the Commons lawn, where everyone who lived on campus ate and hung out when they weren't slaving away in the library. We brought a mega-fone, Styrofoam, swords, packing tape, and eggs. Don stood on top of the wall separating the tables from the lawn and dared any freshman with enough chutzpah to come out and fight for his or her honor. Given that Reed is a pretty geeky place I figured we'd have a hard time finding macho types. But given the fact that I'd never played the game, I underestimated the impact of Dungeons and Dragons on my classmates. The stick-armed boys came in droves.
We gave them a few minutes to create their armor and protect the raw egg that was taped into their helmets, and let them go at it. Tony blew the whistle and they ran across the lawn Gladiator-style, their swords high in the air, ready to pummel each other. They did Achilles proud. People cheered, jumping up in the air, and pounding fists just like they do at boxing matches. It was a hit. People started saying, “What’s OFCS?” We'd made an impression. We did Jesus proud.
And then, incredibly, fifty people came to Christ on the spot.