The man who picked me up was named Mark. I knew right away there was something different about Mark, I just couldn't put my finger on it. He was tall and lanky, fair complected with a head of hair that would scare a comb! He seemed to be a few years older than I, and I was in my early twenties.
Mark began to talk as we headed north on I-5, he was headed to a town called Perris. As he spoke I knew right away what was different about him, he was a Bible Thumper! Having ridden with thumpers before I told myself it was going to be a long ride as I began looking for distance signs. Just how long would I have to listen to someone beating me over the head with chapter and verse quotes?
Even though I was familiar with churches, meaning how some preachers seemed to say the same things while proclaiming their church to be best church and the only church to save you from hell! Now pass the plate please! I didn't get that from Mark. Mark wasn't talking at me, as a lot of thumpers do, he was talking to me!
The longer he talked, the more I wanted to hear. I became fascinated by his story. A story of a group of people who came together for one cause. A group of people who lived together in one place and shared everything as one family. I thought, only for a moment, why can't I seem to find that kind of acceptance. To relish in a sense of inner peace. Thanks to Mark I found it!
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