Back to Berkley!
I owe San Francisco a deep, heart-felt debt: that city was the cauldron (boiling pot) that drove me to smoking pot!
The characters, musicians and revolutionaries working out there fomented a social revolution that was in full swing as I entered High School at my most-vulnerable age. My “older brothers” in the revolution knew what they were doing when they burned American flags and torched the universities, but us High School kids were clueless, and we just did all the drugs! (Well, not me as much as others I know, like Jim Swearingen, below…)

Jim and Bill at our 30th HS reunion - still jamokes (both got saved & Jim is leading an inner city ministry in Buffalo, believe it or not).
Is it time to pay back a debt to Berkley? Sure, why not?
Christians carry a torch of Revolution far more terrible in its implications (in a sweet way) than any revolution arising from those universities! No, I’m not kidding–read about it at the NeoZine. One favor deserves another…
Oh, what a struggle of prayer, correspondences, discussions, and angst, and sometimes I feels like I’m staring down a lion’s open throat to contemplate such a direction for our ministry. (WTF are we going to do there, smoke weed?) Yet things are moving.
As Elaine Stedman recently wrote to me, “Aslan is on the move!” She has a good point. If you remember the movie, things started heating-up when he was on the prowl (in a nice, spring-like fashion!).
I found an old Xenos friend is prominently placed in the administration at Stanford university–But wait! Are we even interested in a university ministry? I guess so! (He started that job about the same time I began corresponding with Lambert & Elaine.) And he writes, in part:
Of course I remember you Keith. I would be happy to get together when you are out this area. Alas, we are housing a new grad who is doing an internship at [Ray Stedman's old church], so I can’t offer you a place to sleep…
Ain’t that a hooter! We really aren’t looking for a place to sleep, dude! (Thanks for the consideration, though.) But we are looking for a good place to torch!
And then they put me in touch with this sharp-minded, heavy-hitting sorta dude named Doug Shearer. While reading his Web, I find this written by Sita, Doug’s wife, and suddenly it all makes sense…
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” Doug and I and our three kids moved to Berkeley in 1971 to share the good news with the thousands of young people seeking love, peace and meaning for their lives. They flooded the San Francisco Bay Area with “flowers in their hair”…
These people were at the center of the Jesus Freak movement, which also spawned our Columbus ministry. But there’s more:
We rented a large home where several young girls moved in to be discipled. Brothers and Sisters houses were established to provide an escape from the drugs, sexual excesses and spiritual darkness that prevailed on the streets. Families took in new believers who were transformed into “fishers of men” by returning to the streets the next week with us to share the good news with others…
Ministry houses in Berkley!? It sounds all-too familiar, doesn’t it?
Take It To the Streets, Baby!
Reading the front page of Doug’s Web site is like reading our own conversations lately, even to the extent of sharing an abhorrence of Calvin’s legacy! There’s also some pretty radical dudes associated with this effort, like the “Fireball Ministries” (!?) dude named Paul Coca who has “‘been doing street ministry for over twenty years” and “provides about 70% of our music out on the streets.”
I wondered why Lambert kept sending me to “street ministries” (I do look a little ragged and rumpled, but give me a break! I’ll get a hair cut!), until I realized that street people out there are quite different than street people out here! “All the nuts roll West,” as native Californians say, and they’re referring to all the young drifters and roamers looking for something after graduating from High School buy a van and go to California and fill the streets. Oh wait… that’s like…our favorite age group, isn’t it?
It reminds me of this song right here (the musicians came from San Francisco, too!):
(Click the link to listen)
Go to the SOS Ministries page or read Doug’s “Appeal to My Generation” and you’ll see their call for “Volunteers of America” to join the fight! Christians are abandoning the tough places. Why? It feels like you’re looking down a lions’ open throat! But it’s all good–step aside, Mr. Coca, and make room for the Scottish Keith…
How will they feel about a band of crazy Cleveland dudes coming out there with “torches”, tromping all over their playground? (We’ll try to be civil, of course.) Doug responds to my inquiries:
What an exciting e-mail. We share so much in common – including some long-time friends, Lambert, Elaine, and, of course, Ray. It would not only be my pleasure to meet with you when you’re out this way, it would also be my honor. Let’s stay in touch. In Christ, Doug.
Yes Doug, let’s stay in touch! Cleveland is coming your way!
(Shhh! Don’t tell him about the “Cleveland bottle incident” at Browns stadium…)
































