Oh, you guys. You are forcing me to disclose the embarrassments of my freak freely life--totally out of control as I look back upon it, but then I never spent much wasted time watching movies--that's for sure. What a bore they were by comparison.
So, I was going to post this to Mike in private, but if the Lord Jesus Christ will forgive me this soulful wallowing in the past, here is the other side of hitchhiking.
...>>following is my now public mail which I had taken out for private mail to Mike, who I know for a fact loves true stories, and the kind of that which follows...>>
"I do know that during the hiatus many of us experienced-- what seems like a million years ago, and in our wildest dreams rather than actually ever having happened for real--I personally loved hitchhiking around, EVEN AFTER MY CONVERSION, for a few months, and EVEN in San Francisco, because usually you expected to be picked up by some crazy hippy who was about as dangerous as a carrot, and usually very entertaining.
These times were very limited, my hitchhiking, but then I picked up probably 50 or more hitchhikers myself as a ministry. Alone and with groups.j We were all crazy then, and didn't think about getting killed while preaching the gospel.
I told people I had a message from God for them, and they certainly did quickly listen. There were more than I have fingers who actually ended up praying for Jesus to come into their hearts before parting, mainly because I asked them what they had to lose if I was right and they refused to find out?
In fact, a great hitchhiking story, Mike, since you are about my only devoted fan of true stories from a time long ago and far away.
BEFORE MY CONVERSION TO JESUS CHRIST, I came under the spell once of a surgeon's son, a very rich--and very wonderfully crazy--surgeon's son who had become the most flowery of the flower children. He was totally a trip down the Rabbit Hole, and one Thursday he convinced me that we were to go to Mexico to speak to God.
So, hearing this on Thursday evening, I went to my legal secretary job on Friday and informed my boss I would not be in on Monday. Why, they asked, "well", says I, "this seems strange, but I'm going to Mexico Monday."
I remember the long pause and several people walking by and my boss mentioning to them sadonically that "(my name) won't be with us Monday, she's going to Mexico!"
By this time it was rumored that I was slightly off the beaten track, you understand.
So, my friend, named Thomas, said we were going to get a ride all the way to Mexico. We packed our small belongings needed for an unknown trip through Mexico and rode with friends to San Francisco. Then, he said for me to do the thumbing since I looked so safe. So, in downtown San Francisco, pointed in the direction of Mexico, I put out my thumb and several people stopped going only a couple of blocks, until, within about 10 minutes or less, a beautiful red Firebird looking car with room for us, with a young college couple in it, stopped and they said, "where are you guys going? We can take you all the way down l0l, because we're going to Mexico."
We had a super and flawless zoom from SF to the border, and I don't remember much else.
They drove us to the train station somewhere inside Mexico where they stopped to vacation and we continued on by train for a change. Great couple, great car, great trip and they refused to take a cent for gas or anything else, including buying all the food.
That's all I care to relate of that experience, since I'm not sure it all happened, but I believe it did as I was there. That was the most believable part of the six weeks, by the way.
Now, back to the angel message...
(May the Lord Jesus Christ truly forgive me for wallowing in the mire of my past, but some of it is still wildly humorous when I think about it.) |
