Danforth Music Hall, Toronto Feb/Mar. 1996
When people started saying this, my dad said, "It's time he got a haircut!
I was a terror growing up -only when my parents when out and the baby sitter came.
My sibling and I would go to the fridge and fill a glass with every liquid including ketchup and mustard and try to get the baby sitter to drink it. Of course, she had watched us make it, had her own children,
and ONLY pretended to take a sip.
When my parents when out for special evening -a movie star kissed me goodnight. Tall in her high heels and beehive hairdo, perfect makeup, costume jewellery with a million colours and sparkles, velvet or satin gown. I barely recognized my mom.
On more casual nights we could talk and have a bedtime story.
On one of those nights when I was very small, I asked:
“Mommy, why do people die?”
“Jesus loves them and He calls them.”
“Well, if He calls me -I just won’t answer.”
10 years later -I answered & He took that fear away!
-not through physical death -but dying to self.
My parents dragged me to church as it was a boring service with an even more boring Sunday school.
The Bible remained a mysterious book and I never heard the message of salvation.
That all changed when I was 16 and went to Keswick waterski camp
I went to learn how to waterski and meet girls.
Instead, I bumped my head on a waterski -and I met Jesus.
The speaker was a fire’n’brimstone preacher from Detroit: Jimmy Derato said, “You’re sinners!” Although I hadn't murdered anyone,
I still realized I needed Jesus enough to get saved.
I expected a thunder and lightening experience but the next day life seemed basically the same. I thought my world would be better at least with the umbrella of Jesus protecting me.
What changed was when I went home, the first thing I said to my mom was, "I want to get a Bible!"
My mom said we had LOTS of Bibles -but I explained, "In normal English."
The intro of my new Bible said if I read so many chapters a day -I would complete the Bible in a year.
As I read the Bible -I had many questions and no one to answer them. I couldn't go to the church I grew up in and Study Bibles didn't exist then! Surely those at camp would have the answers -so my plan was to enrol next summer in their CIT Counsellor-in-training camp.
A bad skiing accident shook my faith that winter as I thought, "How could God let this happen?" (Before you think I was a clutz on skis -I had won 3 skiing trophies for 1st place).
I thought I would punish God by not reading my Bible (I had violated the 1st Commandment and made God to be something He was not. And with my first experience of excruciating pain, I had also GREATLY underestimated the suffering Jesus went through!).
God is faithful, so eventually I came back to reading His word.
In the spring I was all fired up to go back to the camp where I got saved -and learn how to be a counsellor. I met with the Camp Director who wanted to know my qualifications: no power boating, no swimming qualifications, no canoeing or tripping experience, limited Bible knowledge. In short, I was unqualified and Jesus couldn't use me! I left the interview feeling lower than a snake's belly.
And, came to the conclusion that "if this is what Christians are like -I don't want to have anything to do with them!"
My 2nd year lab partner in University was a Christian. I didn't know this at first -only that he genuinely cared for people and was friends with everyone in the lab in a very back-stabbing community. Instead of partying on New Year's Eve -he invited me to his church.
At age 21 I became a Big Brother. I didn’t feel I had anything in common with children
yet fatherless boys needed a mentor. They say most of the difficulty would be with the "mom" and this is true as I had to learn how to say no to errands for cigarettes and buying meals. My little brother was very shy yet over 5 years he became more confident as we built a soapbox racing car (that came in last) and a windtunnel that came in 1st for a science fair.
Greg was proud to tell me that he sold the 30 piece mineral collection I gave him for a dollar. I could only smile- "Do you know most of those rocks were worth a dollar each?"
After a gruelling final year of University -I went back to have a year of fun. Free Friday night movies, a week packed with tennis, swimming, archery & a film course. What meant the most was a Christian club called IVCF. More true Christians like my lab partner. Three good things came out of that group:
1. A Ryrie Study Bible -to answer all my questions.
2. An opportunity to post weekly meetings in the Campus Newspaper
3. An invitation to Counsel at a Christian camp!
(I forgot to tell you that the Camp I got saved at -promptly went belly up. Bankrupt. Corrupt Directors took out funds so the camp had to sell to another group).
A guest speaker at IVCF was promoting Christian camps and was looking for counsellors. (my heart was tender towards camps -as that was where I got saved.)
"What are the requirements? I asked, listing what I was once asked years ago.
I was shocked and delighted to be told,
"You don't need any of those. . . "
Pauline must have seen my relief as she quickly signed me up.
What was amazing -is that over the years I had developed many skills including sailing, boating & outdoor living through winter camping!
Camp was closest thing to heaven I ever experienced as it was people living Christ-filled lives! You even got a new beginning with a "Camp name"! (similar to Jesus giving us a new name in heaven.)
When asked about my University degree I say BSC (Believing Still in Christ) which is a miracle in such a godless institution!
Each week I tried to extend the allotted space for IVCF meetings. Eventually I had enough space to have a column and the Editor approved of such a column!
The deadline was 5pm Friday -so often I was waiting to be inspired -then had to quickly type up on a typewriter and submit.
My writing also carried over to the "Letters to the Editor" addressing the Christian-bashing in the Toronto Star. Many letters didn't get published -but many did. I was very much surprised one day to receive a call telling me my letter was chosen for "Letter of the Day."
"If God were alive & well in the 20th century, where were the men which God moved so mightily upon as found in the Bible?" Then in 1985 my university lab partner brought me to my first Christian concert and I was privileged to see God at work in a "Folk" Singer named Larry Norman. A folk singer, said I -but that is a lie. A poor description for a prophet among us. A man of God not only blessed by God but who walked with God and shared his God. Larry would cringe at being labelled a "folk singer" for his first request to his sound man was to "turn the volume up past where it says folk music". I was taken aback when I met Larry on break and he refused an autograph. "That's just Larry-" my friend explained. Ten years later -I was driving Larry around to his Toronto concerts and had an autograph. God is amazing.
The church sermon was what I needed -to be so filled with Holy Discontent -that I was spurred into action.
A Toronto Star ad for the Psychic Fair really bothered me. I created a dramatic track using the palmistry logo and superimposing with a stop sign with skull & crossbones.
2,000 copies were printed - "Lord, do I have to go alone?"
I handed out 500 (you will not meet people more open to the gospel) and met 2 other Christians, who no sooner warned me about trespassing -then the police gave me notice.
"We need more help" I thought, faxing 127 churches! Only 2 responded . . .
One said "Take us off your mailing list"-
The other, The Prayer Palace promised 40 youth but delivered a bus load of 130 youth, adults of all ages! We handed out nearly 3,000 tracts with the Youth Pastor dressed as a swat team member.
The Psychic promoter told him, “Get these Christians outta here!” thinking he was a security guard.
“Yes, sir!” replied, the Youth Pastor.
Police were called -but the policeman was a believer, and his aunt was there also handing out flyers! Laughter rose up in the parking lot.
The Lord also lead me to do Prison Ministry at a maximum detention prison. To help you adjust to prison mentality -they show you a suitcase filled with homemade weapons made in jail, as a well as a pair of steel handcuffs that were snapped by an inmate high on drugs. No seemingly innocent item (paperclip, elastic, pen barrel, golf pencil) was to be left behind -not that inmates needed anything to do damage -sometimes half the ward would be in body casts when two gangs clashed!
I made the mistake of showing up the first day in a jacket and tie -no one wanted to attend my Bible Study as I looked too much like a lawyer! After that I showed up in jeans with a ghetto blaster to play a few Larry Norman songs followed by some easy worship songs. My audience was always responsive -after all I had a captive audience!
It was very rewarding the 3 years I was there but frustrating try to make the minor leap from volunteer to part time Missionary. My home church wanted to pay me peanuts which Shantymen thought was so unrealistic they abandoned me as a candidate.
I was greatly blessed by being friends with the Prison chaplain and invited to go with a pastor's group to the Holy Land for next to nothing.
Somehow the Lord balances things out!
When the Billy Graham Crusade was in Toronto -I attended meetings to be a counsellor.
I happened across magazine offering Christian cheques in the USA. "This would be a good idea in Canada!" I thought. Not knowing anything about the cheque-printing business -I jumped in finding a printer who quoted a price that I could still make money.
I designed my stock, (renting a butterfly to photograph from the museum who would charge me $300 if I damaged it in anyway) then had boxes of stock printed. Orders slowly came in as I handed out flyers at every church that held the classes. At one of the churches, a middle-aged couple caused a huge commotion accusing me of being of the devil! They didn't even look at the my Christian flyer -and only calmed down when the Pastor came outside and vouched for me.
Later, I received a phone from the printer who had miscalculated their price by a factor of 10 !
In no time, I would be out of business with every order placed...
After calling all my contacts -someone was recommended -and I visited him.
"I can do your cheques -and you will still make money!" he said. The Lord had opened a door.
Not much money came through that door -for Christian cheques -I almost starved,
but then I started doing business cheques. God blessed my business with sales that doubled for several years.
With much hard work -was able to make a living.