You see, there was once thing young man who looked at the civil rights movement and thought he belonged there. He was taking economics in college. He wanted money and power and influence. When he saw he could have his cake and eat it too, he changed direction in his life. In order to get where he needed to go, he thought he would use God's good name to further his own cause. Oh he had the calling no doubt, he was bright, seemed to have a nack for gathering folk and getting them fired up. He obviously had the gifts. He had the voice. But he had his own personal private agenda. And he knew he needed certain credentials in order to be taken seriously in his chosen field of work. And so, he set out to get those credentials.
A sequence of events, a chain of reactions grabbed that young man's attention, reached out and grabbed him by the balls. Certain things litterally scared him straight, made him realize what sort of fool he was to try and use God's good name to further his own causes. He found out what sort of idiot he was. Oh, he had the brains. He was smarter then most. But he lacked the practical wisdom that came with age. He got lucky though and saw his mistake. And he got himself right with the man upstairs and took his new direction in school very seriously, hoping to do a lot more then just gain the credentials, he actually began to try and think about how he would put them to good use, not for his own ends, but for what he felt that God would want from him. His teachers took notice as well... And saw the change, and, realized, here was a young man with a special purpose... And suddenly all sorts of new doors opened up for me. He was set free in the whole sense of the word. The world became his campus. No longer chained to a classroom or a desk, he was let loose in the world to learn as much as he could in a way that he felt comfortable learning it. He spent time in Sacramento and Frisco learning about the counter culture, lived on a commune for a while, and even soaked up a good deal of information on cults and this disturbing emergence of the Church of Satan. He landed a position as a circuit pastor, traveling between Spokane, Wenatchee, and a little Bravarian Village tucked away in the mountains called Leavenworth, up in Washington state. He spent a hellish winter in a little town called Metaline Falls, also in Washington state, in a tiny one room cabin with no electricity. -30 degrees below at night, sleeping in a ratty sleeping bag by a cast iron stove, he was able to really sit down and think about his faith at night. On Sundays, and in the afternoon, he was down at local church, a little dinky log cabin, assisting the town pastor and teaching reading and writing to the kids, as the church also functioned as the town's school. It was so cold, it nearly froze the balls... right off of the Christmas tree. He got paid nothing for this, and, lived entirely by the kindness of others bringing him food and occasionally helping the town butcher carve up exceptionally large loads of deer or other game. It was here, in this little frozen wasteland that this young man really learned "Let the greatist among you be a servant" and all it means to be. He also learned the value of 40 thread count flannel long johns, and the virtues of Huskees insulated jump suits. It was also here that a crude knowledge of basic medicine, things like removing objects from wounds, stitches, simple remedies, and what to do when something goes horribly wrong came in mighty handy, as there was no town doctor. Who would have any idea that simple folk medicine, like using spiderwebs or cobwebs like a bandaid to stop the bleeding would come in so damn handy... Some time, during that winter, a real faith was developed, living with the absolutely saltiest salt of the earth. That young man returned back to his home in the South, recharged, invigorated, and ready to set the world on fire. He had direction now, he had faith, he had pretty much all that he needed at that time in his life. He made vows and promises, and did all he could to keep them. He has no intention of breaking them now.