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Some personal stories of why Jesus called us, where we came from and why most of us are still here.   (Milton)


MILTON RESH
The seed of my coming to Jesus was being in the Morrison's van going to visit Roger "Goodtime" when he was sent to Eloise Hospital. Smiling Dog invited me to come along as I was sitting in the park at Oakfield and Puritan virtually doing squat. In the van was Jim, the Morrison's, Paula Bangos, Margret Kruger, Mary Jo, and Nikki. They all acted like they were sick. I shook Paula and asked her if she took some bad dope. They were all praying for me. I was the only now believer in the van. Months later after my first date with Nikki's sister Kathy she gave a tract with the Mark Twain House address on it. This is the fall of 69. I went late as they were siting around talking about Jesus. Being Jewish I always thought Jesus was a Jew hater as supposed Christians used to beat me up and chase me home from school. I left that night and planned on going back the next. I got derailed by a friend whom I tried to persuade to come to Mark Twain. Instead I ended up getting high. But, the next night I went. After hearing the Word I got so convicted I ran out of the house while they prayed. Smiling Dog followed me out to my car. He asked me to pray and Let Jesus into my life. (Man this is getting long) Jesus came and lifted every desire to get high from me. I was walked back into the house and those in the house greeted me singing "Hallelujah I'm going to sing all about it....... That started my journey with Yeshua on October 10, 1969.

MILTON RESH
(Edit by Dawn Ulmer... The only thing I see that may need to be corrected is that Ralph and I met Paula Bangos first who took us to Headquarters to meet Jim Smilin' Dog Rehberg. And thus it began. We knew OF MaryJo Shoemaker but it was Paula with whom we connected first.)
Mary Jo should be the first. She, if I'm not mistaken, is the first person Ralph and Dawn ran into when they left LA for Northwest Detroit. Also, Paula Bangos came to know the Lord through the ministry of Mrs. Moore whom her and her daughter Barb opened their doors to the freaks-hippies in Northwest Detroit in 1968. I had the honor and privilege to help do the eulogy at Mrs. Moore's memorial service last summer at Oak Pointe. Mrs. Moore was a dear and close friend of Diane Martin when she went to church with Mrs. Moore at Pembroke Chapel in the 60's. They were still quite close after Harry and Diane left Pembroke Chapel. It is my firm believe that without Mrs. Moore planting the seeds in many of the dope fiends, hippies, and freaks the work of the Morrisons, Martins, Stones, Wilkersons may have been not as been so fruitful. One man's opinion. .

MILTON RESH
Larry, Remember when we would listen to George Bogle on WBFG (We Broadcast For Gold) and crack up and some of the far out prayer request ask of Pastor Bogle to pray for?.

MILTON RESH
Those were 2 different nights and incidents. The one where Jim got punched out was by a couple of former friends of Jim and mine. They were Loc Sanborn and Jim Fitzpatrick. They were mad at Jim for posting something up at the hippie restaurant Headquarters where Jim used to manage for Norm Kite and Scully. He posted something about the need of repentance and giving their lives to Jesus. I got up to tell Fitz & Sanborn to back off but by then they high tailed it of Mark Twain in a big time hurry after assaulting Dog. The other incident was on a Sunday evening after Bible study. Haskell was there. I don't know if he taught that night or not? Anyway, beside him and I think all the rest of the folks there were people who lived there. A fellow comes in the door whom I recognized. His name is Dave Miller. He used to hang out at the Happy Medium bar on Grand River near Lasher. Uncle Russ Gibb used to let Dave at the end of the show at the Grande get the mic and curse out God. I wasn't a believer then but it made me feel very uncomfortable and dirty when he did. When he walked in I knew from jumpstreet he wasn't there to fellowship. He began ranting that he was going to kill every M.F'er. in the house. Ralph told us all to bow our heads and pray and not look up as Miller proceeded to go to the kitchen. He began rumbling around the utensil drawer. (I was peeking too) He grabbed a knife, a big one and went immediately to Haskell who was sitting on the floor with his head bowed. Dave began to thrust the knife downward toward Haskell's head but as he got about 6-9 inches from Haskell's head his hand got stuck in mid-air and it would not budge. Miller began to curse and scream as he dropped the knife and ran out the door. I will never ever forget that night of a miracle of God's deliverance from the hand of a tool of Satan. I remember Ralph approaching me after Dave left telling me how it important it was to be totally committed to Jesus. After that night I never missed a meeting at Mark Twain. Those are both true memories forever etched in my mind and heart.

MILTON RESH
I remember how Jerry (Beeno) was found. He was hitchhiking on 8 Mile Rd. and Livernois in the pouring rain. He looked up to heaven and asked God if he was real get him a ride. No sooner did he get his head down here's a car covered in bumper stickers about Yeshua and the love of God. It was Phyllis. She took him in. Soon brought him over to Vinewood #2 (Caressa's old crib) He moved in. The first or second night we are in the basement all the single brothers are going to sleep. Jerry starts saying good night to all. Good night Miltie, good night Johnny (Carey) good night Dwightie and good night Redie (Big Red Donaldson) We all busted out laughing. Jerry was a trip. Many a story about him.
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