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


This a story about Jim Rehberg. I've known him for 45 years. A smart dude . Has an opinion on just about everything. If you don't agree with him on ANY subject, he will talk your ears off until you either agree, or silently walk away in total disbelief or disgust. I've been on both sides of his "rantings". My wife Mary ran into him a few years back, had a brief conversation and that was it. I heard over the years that he was involved in something, didn't know what. He had stopped going to the fellowship meetings years ago, so did I. I ran into Matt Gannon(I'll get to you later Matt) at the memorials for Harry and Dianne. I knew he and Matt both worked at Quaker. Matt said "We don't talk". I could go on and on with stories about Jim, but I really just wanted to express how Jesus has changed him over the years. He read his Bible, listened to the Elders, taught, counseled, listened, went out on the streets, chastised people, was himself chastised, prayed for people, circumstances, his girls, hoped for the best for Nikki and his girls, made an ass out of himself, (I know, I was there alot of the time) made good for himself, well, just normal stuff. I started on Facebook not long ago and saw his page and started looking . I asked some of the people at the fellowship if they had seen him or talked to him. Most said no. Dave Reise said he sees him once in a while and they talk a little. Caressa said that he was involved in the "Wobbly Kitchen" in a park, among other things. After I started on FB I noticed that he was a constant visitor to the facebook pages of all the people I knew, and know, and also many more people I've never heard of. He doesn't say much, Roger says that "IT'S FUN WHEN JIM STARTS TALKING", well that's an understatement. Just about all the pics on his FB page are of him smiling with his arms around someone, picking some trash up, making food, stirring food, serving food, just being a good guy, pics of his doggy, his family, sunsets, sunrises, flowers, grasshoppers, clouds, helpers, birds and other things. I clicked on a link one day about the "Wobbly Kitchen". The interviewer was questioning Jim. He had one line in the interview that just stuck with me. If you don't mind a paraphrase...."LOOK, WHEN SOMEBODY IS HUNGRY, YOU JUST FEED THEM. IF SOMEBODY NEEDS TO GET WARM, YOU GIVE THEM A COAT. IF SOMEONE NEEDS A PLACE TO STAY, YOU FIND ONE." That's what Jesus did then, that's what Jim does today. Teaching, quoting bible verses and counselling are secondary, and maybe not at all important sometimes. I've said it before, I don't want to BE the people I admire, but I would like to have some the attributes that I see in people like Jim, and others. Jesus lets us see the good things He's done in anothers life and how things have changed for the people that have been in his path. That's what I want to do because Jesus did that for us. Don't quote scriptures at me, show me what Jesus has done in your life and I'll listen. A simple question would be "IF YOU WERE HUNGRY ON THE STREET, YOU SAW A PREACHER QUOTING SCRIPTURES ON ONE CORNER, AND SOMEONE OFFERING YOU A PLATE OF FOOD ON ANOTHER CORNER, WHERE WOULD GO?" It's as simple as that. PS. I'm not sorry Jim for writing this, I hope you don't stop doing what you're doing. I hope other people will see the good that Jesus has done in your life, and do the same.

Roger Hoyer
In the real early '70's Smiling Dog, Joe Bananas, Mike L. and others were walking around the Orchard Ridge campus talking with people. On one particular day I overheard a conversation between dog and some dude in the tunnels. The guy was saying, "I don't know why you make such a big deal about Jesus. He was just a man. I mean he had to take a dump every once in a while…" dog said, "I hope so." I love it when he starts talking...

Roger Hoyer
Jim and me were out at Stell O's apt. cmplx doing the custodial thing. I still had my requisite ammo bag with me and had put it on a shelf in the laundry room while I went upstairs to wash the windows. When I came down the bag was gone. Two guys were walking across the lawn and one of them had my bag! I ran over to confront him and he said, "It's my bag. Sorry about yours." I went and got Jim off the mower and we walked over to the guy. Jim said, "There's nothing in there but a bunch of sermons. You can have 'em if you want 'em but this guy would like his bag back." Dude looks in the bag, hands it back to me, and walks away. Jim fixed the ol' Clint Squint on me and I was like, "Come on man, what was I supposed to do?!" He says, "Well, you could have asked him if he needed anything else… your shirt, your cloak…" I was somewhat disconcerted by the word; never the less I love it when he starts talking. Here endith my ammo bag stories.


JIM REHBERG
I was sitting in this old rocking chair conjuring up memories. Mostly looking into a bulb on the tree and going through memories of youth and a my family that grew up. I remembered I got this as a gift from the Brothers at Curtis house, I think for my 30th birthday. That is the age you get old wink emoticon . I had moved next door at that time. Those were the garbage pickin days back then, when most of what we had came from the piles on the streets, fueled by the white flight of those times. I remember I didn't go out on one of those nights and the guys pulled next door with a car full of booty. It pissed me off that I stayed home that night and they came home with all the goodies. Well, it seems they made a plan and had it reupholstered. Barb Myrand, I think. Then they gave it to me. You can see it is still with me and I never forgot where it came from.


(not the end...)