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"For we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not of ourselves."

Recollections of My Search for Truth

Jesus People

by David Hoyt

In a cell facing years in prison for smuggling marijuana into the USA, I met an older addict who became a friend. Wally had lost his family and business due to a heroine habit. We made a pact to search for God during our time in prison. He went to Federal Prison in Leavenworth, Kansas and I went to Lompoc, in California.

Sticking to this commitment I threw myself into an intense search for God and truth. I hung out with others who were on the same search. We shared holy books, meditated, abstained from eating meat and sought enlightenment. Upon paroling, my search for truth continued – but was accelerated by LSD.

One day about six months after my release, a letter arrived from a prison buddy named Luther. He was living north of San Francisco in Marin County, and was refurbishing a building in the ‘Haight District’. He offered me a job and a place to live. This was unexpected but interesting. I didn’t know if I could swing the move with my parole officer – but surprisingly he approved the relocation.

I saved and made the move north. My neighbor Barbara took me to the bus depot. In her goodbye she urged me with concern in her voice, “Your prayers to God will be heard, but there are counterfeits of the true God. Be open to Jesus Christ because He is the door. And please write me. I will be praying.” I thanked her and said goodbye.

Staying with Luther was short-lived, and I decided to move into San Francisco and find a small apartment in the ‘Haight’.  During an ‘Acid Trip’ at Luther’s I saw a tear flow from a picture of the face of Jesus. Pure LSD was a powerful ride, impossible to shut-down. I was also smoking pot and hashish which left me foggy and forgetful. Fed up with the disorientating effects of drugs—I gave them up and my focus for truth narrowed. I’d go to Golden Gate Park, a Catholic Church, or to my room to pray and meditate in silence.  

A Better Way of Life?

One close friend of mine lost his mind on a bad drug trip. He became a vegetable. I went to visit him in the psych-ward at a hospital in the southern part of the city but he didn’t recognize me.

The streets changed from care-free to dangerous, especially at night. With shootings over drug deals gone-bad, people were forced to become security conscious. It was as if all of Satan’s demons came out to sport their wares. Walking the blocks, I began to see street-people confused and broken from drug use and others pan-handling.

Sometimes I’d see girls crying on a stoop because their boyfriends had dumped them. Discarded and rejected, they wept. Free-love wasn’t all they hoped it would be.

Things happened everyday that didn’t add up to a better way of life. Self-appointed spiritual guides, teachers, spiritual masters, and a resurgence of the occult were everywhere. You couldn’t walk the streets without running into someone who claimed to be a prophet, a guru, Jesus Christ, or God. Whether they were deluded or crazy I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t impressed. I remembered Barbara’s words about counterfeits.

Around this time I was invited to live in an apartment with four girls and have my own small room rent-free if I’d help with chores and provide security for them.  This was ideal as my needs were next to nothing and all I owned could easily fit into a small suitcase.  My search was now zeroed in on Hinduism. 
Life was simple and uncluttered but my heart and mind was not. I was at war over what to believe.  After years of reading various resource books, each one led to another corner of the maze. The Fourth Way, The Bhagavad-Gita, Autobiography of a Yogi, The I-Ching or Book of Changes fused together.

[ To be Continued ]

Read previous articles in David Hoyt's "Jesus Revolution" Series:

Part 1: Jesus People Days

Part 2: A Cry Rushed Upward to a Place Called Heaven

Part 3: Ripe for Change and Heart Revolution

David Hoyt

Dave Hoyt and his wife Ginny reside in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He grew up a troubled teen in Los Angeles. In 1966 he moved to San Francisco’s ‘Haight District’ seeking truth and God. Reaching a crisis of belief in Eastern Religions – he turned to prayer and came to a saving faith in Jesus Christ. He went on to be an early participant in the Jesus People Movement in the USA and Europe. He continues as a follower of Jesus Christ.

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