"Well, I'm just a farm girl. The first time I came to the city was to look for work. It was horrible. There were no jobs that a decent girl could take, and when there were, the boss was always interested in something more than my work. I couldn't pay my rent and soon found myself on the street with no place to stay. I was very frightened. I fell asleep behind a park bench but woke up to a horrible odor. A man in dirty clothes was sitting on the bench, sobbing, but it wasn't an unhappy sob. Then I heard him shouting.
   'Praise God alleluia! Praise Him. Thank you Jesus.'
   He was going to wake up everyone in the neighborhood with his shouting, so I quickly came out from behind the bench to shush him.
   'Shh shh, you're going to wake up the police at the checkpoint. Stop!' I said.
   He then looked at me with the most sober eyes I had ever seen. What I mean is; he had righteousness from top to bottom. He seemed to shine with righteousness,21 except that his clothes were filthy. His first words after I shushed him were.
   'I've just had a conversation with God. Do I look like I'm on drugs? I took three doses of LSD just an hour ago.'
   I didn't know what LSD was except that he'd told me it was a drug and that he'd taken three doses within an hour.
   'No, you don't, not at all.' I said. 'You look like a Born-Again minister.'
   And he did. There was nothing street like about him, except for his dirty clothes. Even so, I suspected he might be an undercover cop out to arrest vagrants like me, then he started spouting again.
   'I prayed that God would release me from the power of drugs and purge my body from all unrighteousness!'
   'Why did you do that?' I asked him. I know, kind of a silly question, but it just popped out of my mouth.
   'Because of Jesus' words; He that is not with me is against me.22 Those words just kept going round and round in my mind till I realized God wanted me, and He wanted me right now. Praise God alleluia.'
   'Shh Shh, please don't do that.' I cautioned him, 'The police will come.'
   'Okay'. He said. 'Can you show me a place to stay?'
   'What kind of place?' I asked.
   'Any place, as long as they have a shower and laundry services.' He said.
   I looked at him and wondered if he could pay for such a place. He pulled out a credit card.
   'I have emergency funds.' He said.
   'Follow me.' I responded.
   He seemed so crazy and yet so sane. We walked to a local motel where they advertised laundry services on the door and he checked in. The clerk handed him two room keys and some vouchers for food at the motel's all night restaurant.
   He handed me the keys to one of the rooms and a restaurant food voucher, then said, 'You look like you could use a room for the night and a good meal. Sleep well and eat. Thanks for finding this place for me.'
   He left so quickly for his own room that I didn't have a chance to decline his offer as our custom requires.
   'Is this room paid for in advance?' I asked the clerk.
   'Yes,' he replied, 'don't worry Miss. He's paid for it as well as the voucher he gave you. I believe that man is a prophet.'
   'You crazy?' I said.
   Oops, I thought to myself. This clerk could put me out on the street again, but he wasn't angry with me. He just smiled and said,
   'The Lord can make bread from stones, how much more a prophet from a lost soul?'
   Crazy Born-Agains, I thought. The clerk had the radio tuned to one of the Born-Again stations. The song's chorus kept repeating, The precious blood of the Lamb.23
   My room was across from the lobby desk and had two locks so I felt safe. After locking the door I went right away to the bathroom. I'd never seen such conveniences. There was a sink and a bathtub with hot and cold running water. I nearly burned myself until I figured out how to adjust the two faucets together. The bathroom had a retractable wire that stretched across it for drying clothes. I had no idea there were such luxuries! While enjoying my bath I pulled one of the knobs and the faucet on top started spraying out water. At first I was so scared because I thought that I'd broken something, then I realized this must be how tourists bathe. I felt like a silly farm girl; I didn't even know what a shower was, but now that I did, I couldn't get enough of its soothing spray. It felt so cleansing. I saw a button on the wall outside the bathtub and pressed it, thinking I could get soap from it. Instead, the music that had been playing in the lobby came on. It was a radio! I leaned back in the tub only to get poked by the corner of a tiny package. I picked it up off the ledge of the tub to place it on the chair outside the shower curtain. I didn't want to be accused of stealing. Then I smelled it. It was a bar of soap that came gift wrapped. It had the name of the motel on it. I opened it and felt even more spoiled as I washed myself with this elegant little bar of soap. The words flowed from the radio.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?