Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Raised Eyebrows

It’s July with the temperature pushing 110f in our little corner of the world – time to pack up our shiny white, Mazda Miata and mosey on north. With top down, sun glasses donned and lotion on, we cruised up the rugged, picturesque coast of California. It was a glorious day, picture perfect with nary a cloud in the sky and “the world on a string” as the lyrics of that old song portend – and a bit comedic, I suspect, to anyone who might have fortuitously witnessed this little, old, retiring couple cruising up the highway, Boze speakers blaring, singing Sinatra hits (“My Way”) and 50’s tunes at the top of our lungs. Hey, but what do we care, this is “slightly irreverent” California and we love it, having spent 55 of the past 70 years here on the left coast (me that is).

Chugging into the beautiful seaside village of Carmel, it was time for a refreshment break. While sitting there, enjoying a healthy fat-free, sugar-free, Toffee Coffee, almond topped frozen yogurt, an elderly couple passed by. My eyes were immediately drawn to them because their look was so arresting, something like crusty, shoe leather skinned characters out of “Dogpatch” of “Lil Abner” fame. Their worn, rugged features were magnified 100 times over as if just walking off a large cinema screen into real life. There was no hint of affection, whatsoever, in either of their hardened straightforward stares. The look was so entrancing that I couldn’t take my eyes off them until they passed on by.

Several minutes later, as I was licking at the last remnants of my healthy Toffee Coffee yogurt, they happened by again going in the opposite direction, but this time completely out of character – they were holding hands. And then he did something that took me completely by surprise, lifting the back of her hand to his lips and kissing it. It was a surreal moment, almost magical. Ah, but this is California after all, the liberal, la la land of enchantment, isn’t it?

On the following day, we zoom-zoomed into San Francisco, the city by the golden bay where we had spent nine of our thirty-nine Salvation Army officership years, two of them as cadets-in-training during the nostalgic sixties as part of the beatnik/hippy era. In fact, we formed a folk-singing group (The Salvation Singers) performing inside and outside various bohemian North Beach haunts, including a gig every Monday evening at a coffee house called, “Coffee and Confusion.” We were smack dab in the middle of that radical Beatnik – Hippie transitional period which also included the beginnings of the topless era.

Our group performed outside and inside the first topless nightclub, the infamous Condor Club featuring the one-and-only Carol Doda, breast enhancements and all. We were able to sit down at the bar with the topless dancers and witness to them — No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure It (1 Cor. 10:13) — Oh, how I hung on firmly to this promise that evening. You can bet that there were a lot of raised Army eyebrows after these evangelistic shenanigans were reported, which they were, far and wide, front page headlines of the Bay Area newspapers, Associated Press and national television.

Interestingly, one evening while performing on the corner outside the Condor Club one of the dancers ventured out and asked us to sing, “O Boundless Salvation.” We finished our gig and were half way down the street before it suddenly dawned on us that this was a Salvation Army song, written by its Founder, General William Booth. Long story short, we hurried back, talked with her and found that she had been a Sunbeam and Junior Soldier (Church member) as a young girl in one of the local corps. Long story even shorter, she eventually recommitted her life to the Lord. And even more interesting, one of the folk songs in our repertoire that evening was, “Jesus Met the Woman at the Well,” made famous by the folk-singing trio, “Peter, Paul and Mary.” This night, “Jesus Met the Woman at the Topless Club.” How contemporary is that? Raised eyebrows? You bet!

The Condor Club is still there as is Tommy’s Joynt, the very first place that allowed us the use of their platform. More on this later, but needless to say it was a magical, memorable and tempting time.

Anyway, yesterday we were walking down Broadway in North Beach retracing our steps (Incidentally, this is where our courtship began) when I casually reached down and took hold of Doris’ hand. Overwhelmed with the nostalgia of it all, I unconsciously brought the back of her hand up to my lips. This spontaneous show of affection resulted in one of those “raised eyebrow” looks. Gazing past that look, I observed a crusty old codger sitting in front of a coffee house intently watching this unseemly display as he sipped at the last remnants of his iced cappuccino.

That was yesterday and I suspect today, somewhere on the streets of San Francisco, perhaps even as I write, another old, wrinkled, liver spotted hand is feeling the warmth of an unexpected “eyebrow raising” moment. And the thought occurred to me, “Perhaps this is the beginning of a spontaneous ‘Lifting Hands and Eyebrows across America’ movement – young and old alike – a spiritual, left-leaning, counter-culture ‘Love In’ 21st Century style.”

It’s Scriptural, in a way, isn’t it? Greet one another with a kiss of love (1 Peter 5:14). Now go out and start a revolution, won’t you? And let it begin with the “lifting hands and eyebrows” of those “significant others” in our lives, the one’s whom we too often take for granted.

2 comments:

robert said...

Well! It was your reference to William Booth's "Boundless Salvation" that caught my eye this morning. And your venture into a topless club caused a raised eyebrow here too! (Not something I'd do, or recommend others doing.) But this is a beautifully written essay, and the Lord has clearly used you in His service.

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Bob Deidrick said...

Joe,

You are a braver man then me. I had trouble doing tavern route once and I felt awkward.

Watch out for that dry heat !

Many blessings,

Bob Deidrick