Easter Sunday 1978 |
This was a method
acting class and our scene required the man to convince the woman of something
she didn’t want. Before we could advance to the script we had to do a method
acting procedure of a sensory exercise
in front of the class with the motivation of the scene. Roger and I talked for
a bit after we read our assigned scene and he realized there was something I
didn’t want to do. He had a plan for his part in the exercise.
Two nights later, Roger and I took our places on two chairs in
the middle of the empty stage. It was our time to delve into the exercise. I
looked at him suspiciously when he sat down with an acoustic guitar which he
put on his lap. Children, pets and musical instruments are sure ways to steal a
scene.
He asked me if I wanted to learn how to play.
Still suspicious but cocky I replied, “Sure.”
“I will have to cut your finger nails on your left hand.
Guitar players have to hold the strings down hard on a fret board and finger
nails will damage a fret board.”
I inwardly smiled. He wasn’t going to get me. I wasn’t a
‘girly girl” and my nails weren’t important. I fearlessly handed him my left
hand. He whipped his Swiss Army knife out of his belt holder and cut my finger
nails to a proper guitar playing length.
“He was going to have
to do better than that!” I thought as my smile was getting cockier. This didn’t
bother me one bit.
After showing me a few chords and watching me flub them on his
guitar, he suggested that he play them. Then he began playing and singing! The
students in the class were loving his performance. My cocky smile turned to a grim
look of disdain.
He finished the song and asked me what I thought of it.
“It’s country.”
“Don’t you like country music?
“Not particularly.”
“Well what did you think of the words?”
I paused and thought about the
song. I remembered one word, “Christian.” He had sung “I like the Christian
Life,” a song the BYRDS recorded on “Sweetheart of the Rodeo.” Then I figured
out what he was up to. He was going to try to tell me about Jesus on stage, in
front of a class!
I asked him sarcastically, “ How long have you been into
Jesus?”
“ A few months.”
“ Well give it a few more and you will get over it.” I stormed
off stage. He smiled as he realized he had accomplished the first step of the
exercise of finding something that I didn’t want to do and causing a reaction.
He knew I didn’t want to recognize Jesus.
Being what I considered a professional since I had quit my job
and decided to starve or make acting my life, I knew I still had to work
with this hippy looking musician. I suggested
we go to the Los Angeles Art Museum to discuss the scene, since part of the
play took place in Italy. I thought some Renaissance Art was a good setting to
inspire us. By the way, the scene was from the movie”Blume In Love.”
Ironically, a friend of Roger’s was in the movie, Kris Kristofferson.
We arrived at the museum in the afternoon and immediately
turned right after entering the doors. There was an exhibit...one I didn’t
expect...it was of the “Crucifixion”
Looking back I realized that
God had set me up!
I looked at the first painting of Jesus hanging on the cross
and kept walking. At the second painting, I was shaking my head. The third
painting had me mentioning to myself, “HE didn’t look like that!”
And then...a telepathic voice in my head said, “How do you
know what I looked like? You haven’t wanted to hear MY name in ten years.”
At the next painting the Bible verse John 3:16 began looping
in my ears. I tried hitting the side of my head to stop it, but it was
persistent. Then I listened. “God so loved the world….”
A revelation overwhelmed me! I got it! My love life had been a
disaster and at that moment I realized that disaster was because I didn’t have
the Author of love in my life.
Roger and I hardly spoke after that moment as we walked through
the museum. He knew something was happening with me. When we walked out of the
museum the sky was turning a deep pink. The sun sets early at the end of
January and I will never forget that pink color while I slowly said a prayer,,
“Lord Jesus I will go anywhere. Do anything ...just to know you better!.” That
was the moment I was born again.
By the guidance of our Lord (visions, dreams and HIS
telepathic voice) Roger and I were married two months later on April 1. During
March, Roger was on a concert tour with Gene Clark. I counted the days we had
been in each others presence and it was only 24 days before our marriage vows.
We didn’t know the person we were marrying but we did know that Jesus had a
plan.
We began our life together reading the Bible and through a
wonderful chain of events, we met some gifted Bible teachers. Every morning for
over the last 45 years we read a chapter out of the Old Testament, a chapter
out of the New Testament, a chapter of Psalms and the corresponding chapter of
the day of the month out of Proverbs. It was nice of the Lord to make the
calendar and Proverbs agree on dates and especially since I don’t have to read
Proverbs 31 every month. That Proverbs tells about an amazing woman.
We have been blessed with some wonderful teachers of God’s
Word. A Catholic priest, Father Cedric Pisegna we find on YouTube, a Baptist minister on the 700
Club and a Pentecostal teacher on Jack Hayford Ministries. The Baptist minister and Pentecostal teacher
are now with the Lord but their teachings are still going forward to this day.
I smile when I realize that God took a Roman Catholic boy and a Southern
Baptist girl and put them in a Pentecostal Church! Now that’s Ecumenical!
It’s all about JESUS!
The day I was born again, I went to the house in Beverly Hills
where a friend had invited me to stay and began a search for a Bible. I tore
through the house like a junkie looking for a fix. I couldn’t understand why
there was no Bible. Growing up in the south I saw a Bible in every room. Then I
realized that this house belonged to a dear Jewish friend. I almost gave up
when I saw one last cabinet. There I found a small green pocket New Testament
that the Gideons liked to give out. To this day, I am very thankful for the
Gideons.
Over the years, my dear husband has began calling me “The
Bible lady.” I remember my desperate search for God’s Word and I want to make
sure that every friend and neighbor has access to a Bible for the time they too
will long to know the truth of God’s love.
The Bible I now give away is “The New Spirit Filled Life
Bible” edited by Jack Hayford, our first Bible teacher. We were in Jack
Hayford’s congregation in Van Nuys California when he mentioned the study books
every believer needed to have on hand. Years later he edited all of them into
one beautiful Bible. This Bible has many wonderful study notes and maps. The
study notes enlighten the reader as to when the books (chapters of the Bible)
were written and by whom. It is filled with word definitions and clarification
notes. It was edited by Jack Hayford with the help of many scholars.
We begin everyday reading the Bible together and praying.
Sometimes it takes over an hour in the morning, but what an hour. We pray for
our families, neighbors, friends and
business associates. The list is long but its not our list, it is the
people Jesus brings to mind for us to pray for. We also pray for countries all
around the world because Jesus said, “My house will be a house of prayer for
all nations.”Our knowledge of geography has definitely increased.
An interesting thing about praying with someone. If there has
been a disagreement between them, their prayers stumble. I remember sinking on
the floor when I had a disagreement with Roger, which happens in a marriage,
but it is with the help of Jesus, who breathes love and forgiveness into a
relationship that has gotten out of joint.
Roger and I are now in the winter of our lives. We could
easily declare that it is time to stop traveling and producing concerts.
Staying at home and enjoying the gardens, the kitchen and our neighbors sounds
relaxing but it’s much more fun to be on a mission from God. It is a sweet
mission.
To lift up the name of Jesus
and the biblical knowledge that “God so loves the world that He gave his only
begotten son and whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have
everlasting life.” John 3:16. That was
the verse looping in my mind that day in the museum when my life’s path was
changed in the most wonderful way.
P.S. I forgot that I had
written part of this story in 2017, but my older and wiser husband reminded my
of my lack of memory but he told me to publish it anyway. Maybe someone other
than my loyal 13 readers will read it and have a revelation of how young we
are.