“Hi Jane, I’ve been expecting your call,” said J. C. as he answered my phone call.
“Hi, I figured you would.”
“You probably want to know what happened?”
“Right! Dylan said that it was no big deal, but he’s the master of understatement. So, fill in the gaps between hate crime, no big deal, and a broken nose.
J. C. laughed.
“Well, as you know Dylan spoke and gave his testimony at our businessmen’s noontime luncheon down in China town. There were about thirty men there. All enjoyed his words and I’d say it was a great success.
J. C. was the owner of Bates Properties, a commercial real estate firm in San Francisco. His success caused him to seek ways on how he could give back to the city he loved. He ended up being involved in Business Men’s Fellowship and became the chapter president.
“After the luncheon, I was driving him to Mission Terrace to spend some time together before I dropped him off at the airport. We were heading down Market Street, past the Castro District, when we saw a Pride parade. He asked to stop and watch. I pulled over and walked across the street with him.”
“So far,” I said, “everything seems okay.”
“Yeah, nothing happened until Dylan stepped off the curb and began preaching in a loud voice, ‘Each of you must repent of your sins and turn to God, and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. Then you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.'”
J. C. paused for a moment.
“Then everything happened at once. A couple of guys pushed and shoved him. Another hit him in the face, knocking his glasses off. He fell to the ground and quite a few kicked him. Two police officers came over and inquired what was happening. A man said that Dylan was preaching hate. One officer asked Dylan what he was doing and he replied he was preaching the Gospel of the kingdom of God. They cuffed him and threw into a police cruiser and took him off to jail.”
“That’s all my sweet hubby did.”
“Yep and he even forgave the crowd before he was ushered away.”
We talked a few minutes more. J. C. offered to pick me up at the airport and wanted me stay in his home with his wife and him.
I agreed to his offers, but I still had an unanswered question gnawing at me.
(Continued in Part 8…if you’re interested, the full series to date may be seen here.)
4 responses to “Geezer Up (Part 7)”
Okay . . .what unanswered question? Haha! I’ll just have to wait, huh? Thanks and God bless!
Yeah, I can’t wait to know what it is either. God bless you.