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Updated: Monday, July 3, 2006
May 5th - 6th
Mark Twain said something to the effect of... " The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.." It was a little cool and breezy, but our hearts were warm with the springtime love for our Creator and thankfulness for Him allowing us to be in the right place at the right time. We are meeting so many incredibly, warm and kind people.
We spent two days in the Golden Gate Park near the Botanical Gardens dancing, playing music and meeting people from all nationalities. We met one couple (who inadvertently crossed our paths) who had only the night before been talking about us. They had met us and the Peacemaker I at the Woodstock Reunion in Bethel, New York twelve years ago. They had been talking about God and religion and said, "Remember those people on that big reddish bus with the crème colored swirl? Remember , they were so kind and hospitable." The next day they were walking down the sidewalk (over 3,000 miles from New York) and who should they see?....
"It's the bus...I can't believe it!" Admitting it no small coincidence, an hour long conversation ensued.
On Friday the Hippie bus parked at the corner of historic Haight and Ashbury St. The neighborhood has changed quite a bit since the beginnings of the Movement forty plus years ago... a little more commercialized (capitalizing on tourism) and at the same time, much more degraded. The atmosphere was definitely not peaceful. "It's a small world" is a trite saying, yet we did meet several people who knew us from our cafés, seen us years ago at Dead Shows, or had met us in our early days in Vermont. We also met a tender, young Spanish woman in the Park who cried when someone talked to her about her conscience. She said she had had a dream about a people she met.... She told us the woman talking to her even looked just like the woman in the dream.
Leaving the San Francisco Bay area, it was decided all five vehicles would fuel up together on the trip up to Grass Valley. One or two buses in a regular gas station can be a bit daunting, but all five can be a little overwhelming as the drivers need to jockey into position and then find a place to get out of the way while waiting for the others to finish fueling. And then of course, there are all the people who pull off the main road to get a closer look at the buses and all the other people trying to get gas.... It's always a scene.
"Oh, we are probably making the Valero manager upset..." (although he is going to make lots of money at $3.29 a gallon). Well, it turns out the lady who worked at the gas station was very excited to see us. Her other job was as an account at the University of California/ Berkeley campus. Her boss told her about the buses he saw on the way to work (2 days ago) and she tried all day to come see us. Unfortunately, she had to work late and we were gone by the time she finished.
So here we were! Our God loved this sensitive, sweet, Philippino lady so much He had the entire caravan come to her gas station. She was so happy and thankful to meet us. Taking our literature she said, "Please, please pray for me."
We will. It never ceases to amaze us how our God loves and leads us to these sensitive, kind people in even the most unlikely places.
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