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 Not far south in the city of Berkeley, a battle had been intensifying between the radical forces of darkness and a new brand of Christianity willing to take a stand for Jesus Christ.  A street preacher named Holy Hubert had paved the way – though ignored, scoffed, and beaten.  Back-up was on the way!  The long arm of the Lord had a plan to regain access to the free speech microphone on Sproul Steps at the University of Berkeley and establish a presence to be reckoned with.  The Living God had raised a banner and his servants had heard his call to go into the enemy’s lair – lifting up Jesus in the notoriously radical Berkeley, California.

Jack Sparks
aka  CWLF

The Christian World Liberation Front was established by a number of leaders with a vision from Campus Crusade for Christ: Jack Sparks and spouse, Pat and Karry Matrisciana, Fred and Jan Dyson, Weldon and Barbara Hartenburg.  Jack Sparks was in the lead of this team with Pat Matrisciana at his side.  These two leaders were the ones we came to know.
Disagreeing with the need for headquarters approval of published materials, CWLF became an independent entity soon after their newspaper began publishing.  Their conviction was, "Jesus will create a soulful Christianity in Berkeley" and the message of Jesus needs to be contextualized to the university and local audience. Their paper, Right On, was one of the first Jesus People underground newspapers and was among the most respected. The CWLF was on the front lines in the East Bay of San Francisco bringing a clear message about the person of Jesus Christ to scoffers of Christianity, university students, and the radicals of the East Bay.

As CWLF set up shop on Telegraph Avenue in the heart of Berkeley they did so to counteract the strong overbearing presence of the Berkeley Liberation Movement. The CWLF attracted a variety of people and new converts. Three of these, Brooks Alexander, David Fetcho, and Bill Squires later collaborated in forming the Spiritual Counterfeits Project, a splinter group of CWLF. Both Alexander and Fetcho were converts to Christianity from the 60s counterculture.

CWLF provided housing and food for the homeless, counsel for drug users, and their own discipleship efforts.  On the streets they employed street theater and urged all within earshot or readership of Right On to consider Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection.  The Upper Streams ministry team visited the weekly gatherings of CWLF on a number of occasions. We shared new songs with them and joined with them in prayer and continued to participate in joint outreach endeavors.

One of their early members wrote, “I was with Jack Sparks and remember the Upper Streams team visiting CWLF meetings.  Jack and our team members were impressed that everyone from your ministry was down on their knees and faces seeking the Lord.  You also brought us fresh songs of worship and helped us with outreach and the distribution of Right On. Thank you." – Cheryl Heyman

Right On newspaper logo        

Girl holding peace now poster

A lot was going on in Berkeley and inthe world. In the U.S.A. strong public demonstrations and marches were mounting in an attempt to force an end to the war in Vietnam and bring home our American troops. The Bay Area’s trio of San Francisco, Oakland, and Berkeley were strongholds of this struggle. The Berkeley Liberation Movement, The Black Panthers, and various peace groups fortified their efforts and had established headquarters in the area. Their presence converged on the streets of Berkeley as well as the campus.

The campus at U.C. Berkeley was a front line of the Free-Speech Movement in 1968 and 1969. Sproul Hall’s steps were sizzling with activists and radicals. Speakers represented The Berkeley Liberation Movement, Socialist Communists, Vietnam Anti-War Protestors, The New Feminist Movement, Black Power Advocates, CWLF & Jesus People Christians.  Hecklers would taunt and threaten anyone who mentioned Jesus Christ. God gave us boldness in spite of the opposition. We were inspired to courage in Christ by a well-known street preacher named ‘Holy Hubert’ Hubert Lindsey.  He was a small slight man with a bit of a rattle in his voice when I met him, but there was nothing small about his ability to project that voice so that anyone fifty yards away could hear his words.  His boldness, directness about sin, clarity of preaching Jesus, and offer of heaven and hell reminded me of John the Baptist.  He’d lost most of his front teeth by being hit by radical hecklers,  had been hospitalized on a number of occasions with cuts, broken ribs and other injuries from anti-Christ attacks.  In spite of it all, he continued to preach Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord – the only means of gaining entrance to heaven. 

Dave and Oddie

I can remember preaching from Sproul Steps one day and the fierceness of the radical hecklers who’d yell loud, trying their best to drown out our speaking to prevent listeners from hearing the gospel of Jesus.  Dale Alter, I, and a number of Christian brothers spoke that day.  The hecklers would scream, “Jesus is a lie!  Screw your bigoted religion! God is dead!  Your Jesus has duped the masses – he’s the opiate of the people!  Take your weak religion back to the suburbs!” Some hecklers would get so agitated and worked up, they’d throw things.  It was a wild time, much like what Paul the apostle encountered in heathen cities.  The S.F. Bay area in the sixties was full of every kind of belief system known to man, accompanied by hatred of what people didn’t understand – especially when various types of paganism were exposed, or when individuals were convicted of their sin.  Berkeley’s radical agenda included hate toward anything that resembled to them the oppressive status quo of the establishment. 

I’ve come to see that God is behind the scenes working and waiting.  He works in concert with a host of life circumstances to gain entrance to our hearts and minds.  In his mercy he allows us to see our need, sin, selfishness, lost condition, or hit bottom in our own way – and even helps us to finally turn to him or come back to him. He’s always there waiting while there’s breath and life in us.  This is why it’s critical not to postpone hearing and obeying his invitation to allow Jesus to be at the center of our lives.  Is Jesus Christ speaking to you?  If so, don’t close the door.

Altamont Rock Concert poster

Not far from us a huge Free Rock Festival was moved to the dry rolling hills in a rural spot called Altamont. It was scheduled for Saturday, December 6, 1969, east of Walnut Creek and Livermore –at the Altamont Speedway.  Jefferson Airplane, Flying Burrito Brothers, Santana, Crosby-Stills-Nash-and-Young, Grateful Dead, and the top billed Rolling Stones were the attraction.  The event was supposed to be at Golden Gate Park, but that venue fell through.  The expected attendance was projected to be massive, and we planned to be there telling concert goers about Jesus Christ.

Hoping to recreate a Woodstock, NY atmosphere of 'peace and love,' which had preceded this event by four months, promoters portrayed the event as the western counterpart.

With several boxes of printed handouts containing a clear message about Jesus Christ we loaded our vehicles with team members, gassed up and headed out early in the morning hours, anticipating a long day.  The Diablo valley roads were jammed – often at a standstill as we neared the concert site. On arrival, we parked a quarter of a mile away from a huge natural bowl that was carved in the rolling hills where the concert stage was set.

Seating was on the ground in the basin and along the natural rise of the slopes surrounding it.   Port-a-potties were set up in a few areas, but you could tell by the long lines they were not nearly enough.  The same was true with the few food concessions. Not nearly enough in ratio to the massive crowds that kept coming – cramming into this natural bowl which became a sea of humanity.

We chose spots on the main road that entered the bowl where the stream of people was steady for distributing literature and talking with those who stopped.   Our goal was to give readers an alternative to the drug culture and all that accompanied it.  Our goal was to plant seeds of God's Love through Jesus Christ as concert-goers waited for the concert to start.

After several hours of distributing literature I made my way into the bowl to check out the situation.  It didn't look good.  Near the stage, the Hells Angels had set up camp, and the crowds were now swelling to proportions beyond the space of the bowl.  A number of fights had already broken out, and the crowd was growing less patient waiting for the concert to begin.  I concluded quickly that this was going to be a disaster. Altamont was a dry, dusty location, not a good choice for a huge concert, especially since the site had only been finalized two days before the event.  The lack of adequate preparation resulted in not enough water, food vendors, medical services, or port-a-potties. 

After leaving the bowl I rounded up our team and moved further back on the main road nearer to where we'd originally parked.   We continued distributing literature for a few more hours till the wind and dust in the area picked up and we decided to pack up and head home.

The following day we heard on the news that a Hell's Angels group member had killed someone who crossed the security line they’d set up near the stage.  The details of this and many other crises came out over the next few days. The Stones’ hiring of the Hells Angels as their security force was at the top of the list.

When this idea was presented to the Hells Angels, they didn’t like it, as it would put them in the role of playing law-enforcement.  But when they were offered $500 worth of beer just to sit on the edge of the stage and party, making sure no one rushed the performers, they agreed.

Compiled News Reports on The Altamont Rock Festival:

Over 300,000 fans made their way to Altamont hoping to hear a good concert and experience a feeling of Peace and Love.  Instead they encountered an organizational disaster, a hostile crowd, and an unwelcomed environment of evil at work.  The least of the problems was a 20 mile-long jam of traffic going and returning. The more serious news was that four people actually died at the Altamont concert: one murdered, one drowned, and two run over.  Fights were numerous with 185 injured, some severely, and many overdosed on drugs.

The Concert Day

As the Concert day wore on, the Hells Angels got riotously drunk and many fights broke out. One Hells Angel smashed Jefferson Airplane singer Marty Balin in the head right on stage when Balin objected to the rough tactics the Angels were using on the crowd, knocking him unconscious. The Grateful Dead, scheduled to be the last act before the Rolling Stones, saw the anger, hostility and violence happening everywhere and refused to play, quit the venue, packed-up, and went home.   

Instead of stepping in to fill the Grateful Dead’s time slot, Jagger refused, insisting he would not take the stage until it got dark—as originally scheduled. With his wild makeup, costume and such frenzied songs as "Sympathy for the Devil," Jagger wanted an edgy, demonic atmosphere for the Stones’ set. He got more than he bargained for.  The long pause waiting for the Stones only worsened the crowd and the Hells Angels’ mood, and more and more fights broke out. Finally it was dark enough to satisfy Jagger and the Stones took the stage. Just as they started their third song, "Sympathy for the Devil," a wild fight broke out. The Stones’ music stumbled to a halt; they pleaded with the crowd to “just be cool,” then after a long pause nervously started playing again.

Dead teen at Altamont Rock Festival

When they started their seventh song, "Under My Thumb," a young man rushed the stage, was punched in the head by the Hells Angels, and thrown back into the crowd. When he returned and pulled out a gun, he was fatally stabbed by a Hells Angel.  As the young man lay dying on the ground several Hells Angels stomped on him with their heavy boots. The Stones could see a fracas going on by the stage but didn’t realize someone had just been killed right in front of them. Fearing a riot, they went on to play eight more songs, ending their set and the violent concert with "Street Fighting Man."

The crowd left behind a mountain of garbage and litter. Out of 300,000 plus who attended, only 12 volunteered to stick around and make any attempt to clean the place up. The whole experience left most of the crowd and performers alike feeling sour, frazzled, and distressed. Writer Todd Gitlin penned, “The Altamont concert marked ‘the end of the Age of Aquarius’!”

Ironically the Altamont concert was being filmed for a documentary movie called Gimme Shelter, which was released in 1970. There are two seconds in the film that shows the fatal stabbing of the young man at the hands of a Hells Angel. Many believe the Altamont concert revealed the dark and demonic side of the culture of the 1960’s – bringing its lofty ideal of ‘Love and Peace’ to a sobering and final conclusion.

Many Jesus People had already seen through the mystical mirage of drug-induced ‘Peace and Love’ which lacked the power to change our human nature.   Jesus Christ offered a peace and love that came from God – that had the power to transform our heart and reestablish our relationship with God.


By now some of those who had received ministry at the House of Acts were heading out to try their wings in ministry. With roots in southern California Lonnie & Connie Frisbee headed back to the beach area. With a love for evangelism and the model he’d witnessed at the House of Acts, it wasn’t surprising to hear that he and John Higgins had opened a Christian house they named the ‘House of Miracles’ on 19th Street in Costa Mesa. 

Through a series of events Lonnie Frisbee met a former Foursquare Gospel (now independent) pastor named Chuck Smith and the local businessmen that this pastor had gathered around him.  Lonnie was being asked to join forces with them and be the outreach point person to the hippie population for this newly forming church. 

Sensing the importance of this decision Lonnie asked Danny Sands, Rick Rickets, Kent Philpott, Dale Alter, and I – each from house ministries in the bay area – to travel south for a meeting with this group. He wanted us to weigh-in and be present to ask questions during the meeting and give our honest opinion of the group and their intentions after the meeting.     

It was an uncomfortable gathering for me.  The businessmen surrounded us on chairs and we sat on the floor in the center of the room. Pastor Smith and friends were very straight.  Listening to the dialogue back and forth left me wondering if their intentions were to use Lonnie to build a big church for their own purposes.  When the gathering was over Lonnie asked us for our take on him being part of planting a hippie-friendly church.  I didn’t have a response – feeling this decision was beyond my level of maturity to comment on. 

As I recall, Kent encouraged Lonnie & John Higgins to set clear guidelines with the leaders of the new church so they would not be corralled into a ‘straight model’ where legalistic, man-made rules would be forced onto new Christians calling them to outward conformity. Danny Sands urged both Lonnie and John to guard their vision and commitment to allow the Holy Spirit to guide their ministry.

An Unlikely Merger Takes  Root

After prayerful consideration, Lonnie Frisbee and John Higgins joined forces with independent pastor Chuck Smith. The agreement was made with the clear understanding that neither Pastor Chuck nor the church board would attempt to control or quench the Holy Spirit and that Lonnie and John would both be free to continue to minister as they had been. This ushered in the beginning of a Southern California wave of new Christians responding to God's Spirit.  Lonnie was asked to focus the majority of his energy with the Church and John continued over-seeing and discipling at the House of Miracles.  


On this same journey to southern California, we visited a former ‘Teen Challenge Coffee House’ in Huntington Beach that had been taken over by the Berg Family.  They came across as an evangelistic family ministry with their young adult children singing and preaching with the Mom and Dad in the background.  Little did I know that this would grow into one of the worst cults in American history, metamorphosing into a secretive outreach ministry with hidden doctrines and agendas that would strike the Jesus Movement with a devastating blow.  


On a warm Wednesday night many months later, while visiting Lonnie and Connie, I was invited to attend a worship gathering at the new Calvary Chapel building.  I was amazed as 300-400 young people crammed into the pews. Many late arrivers were forced to sit outside near the open windows.  From the beaches and streets they came, and the worship gathering swelled.  They were eager to grow in Jesus or hear about him for the first time. The songs were fresh, and the Holy Spirit was strong!  

Lonnie preached a short message – gave an invitation for people to let Jesus into their hearts and be filled with the Holy Spirit.  A steady stream of people went toward the front of the building to seek God’s help, and miracles occurred.   Salvation, spirit-baptism, healing and deliverance from evil spirits all were occurring simultaneously. Only God had this kind of ability!  Lonnie had been influenced and taken under wing by Kathryn Kuhlman who was an evangelist and faith healer.  Following her model, Lonnie felt no need to place his hands on people most of the time. He would ask God to release his miracles, and God did just that.  It seemed obvious that Lonnie had the New Testament calling of an evangelist, gifts of miracles, and the faith needed to allow the demonstration of God’s Holy Spirit to work freely.  Chuck Smith was in charge of the Sunday morning and evening gatherings with expository line by line Bible teaching.    

Back in the Bay Area

I received word that my friend Gary Goodell from the Way Inn Ranch had come to assist us with outreach in San Francisco and Oakland.  Gary was a good brother with a strong vision for reaching the lost and making disciples.  He and his wife Jane eventually settled in Oakland and served as a pastor to a growing Foursquare Gospel church.  About the same time I received an unexpected financial gift from the brothers of the Way Inn Ranch who had become students at Life Bible College in Los Angeles.  It still amazes me how many individuals of the early Jesus Movement were connected and supportive of one another.  

Kent informed me that a new ministry had aligned itself with us, opened by Pat and Jerry Westfall, which they’d named Antioch Ranch.  Their vision was “to provide an atmosphere that allows people to find refreshment with God, Family, Friends and Nature including lost and searching hippies.”  

as told by Pat & Jerry westfall

Pat and Jerry Westfall

In the early 1960s a seed was planted in our hearts through a Christian retreat ministry in Southern California. This was a small country ministry that had found the value of hosting folks away from the business of their usual routine. God worked significantly in such a setting. Both of us were impacted by this fresh retreat approach to ministry. Together we realized that we were somehow destined to do something similar.  As “God’s will grows on you," so it did on us.

In 1964, after Pat graduated from nursing school and Jerry graduated from seminary, with two-week-old Jane, we moved to Mendocino where a high school job was open. We immediately began looking for our “place in the country.”

In the fall of 1965, after a year of searching for just the right place, God unquestionably led us to these twenty acres that we now call Antioch Ranch. Certainly there could be no place more beautiful than the Mendocino rugged coast and the majestic Redwoods of Northern California. We purchased twenty acres with one fixer-upper, two-bedroom, one-bathroom house. The living room was once the garage for the homestead that we learned had burned down in the 40s.
The Ranch had history and a lush, overgrown orchard. It had some pasture land, hundreds of Redwoods, and was a nice distance from the fog belt. Jerry’s folks helped with a modest down payment, and we “city-kids” did our best to bring some fresh order to this run down old place.

In 1967 Lori was born in a local hospital that is now a bed-n-breakfast. From 1967 to 1969 we chafed over “nothing happening.” Jerry continued teaching in Mendocino, and we had become members of the local Presbyterian Church – a stretch for a couple of charismatic Baptists.  Not exactly a match, but a lot of good came out of it that showed up later.

The year 1969 was a pivotal year for our family. Kathy was born (in the now B & B!), Jerry’s eleven-year-old son came to live with us, and the Presbyterian pastor suggested we open our twenty-acre ‘home’ to the countless searching hippies flowing into Mendocino.  The idea nauseated us! But over the weeks that followed we couldn’t shake this crazy idea. Yes, it was the Lord, so we jumped into what was later called the 'Jesus Movement.'  For eleven years thousands of wonderful and often weird young people journeyed through what we came to name Antioch Ranch. We used the name Antioch after the city in Syria where many of the early Christians found safety and spiritual nourishment. Was this God’s retreat joke? – Pat & Jerry Westfall    

David's PS: The ranch continues to thrive today after all these years under the guidance of this amazing couple! It has expanded and offers a variety of retreat options. The same love and grace is extended to all of its visitors. 

Creek running between rock cliffs
Meanwhile . . .
Upper Streams was Humming!

Response to the message of Jesus Christ was steady at Upper Streams.  We did our small part and God did the big stuff! We sowed the seeds of his Kingdom, team members watered them, but only God had the capability to make these spiritual seeds grow  (see 1 Corinthians 3: 6-9).

The words of the prophet Jeremiah summed up our ongoing experience at Upper Streams: “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.  He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out roots by the stream. It does not fear when the heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries of the year of drought and never fails to bear fruit” (Jeremiah 17:7-8).
Music was a big part of outreach and worship at Upper Streams.  New musicians and writers were springing up regularly in our ministry.  Learning the guitar was not that difficult when other team members were willing to help you learn. 

A new music group called Love Song from Calvary Chapel was visiting up north and offered to come by and give us a mini-concert in our large Upper Streams living room.  One of the songs they sang was "Welcome Back." The group was comprised of four: three guitarists, three singing harmonies and a lead vocal. What struck me about Love Song was their musical and harmony precision and clear message of Jesus Christ being the only way to God.  The lead vocal of the group had been deep into drugs and eastern mysticism – finding no tangible answers. Now they were under a new leader and God was giving them songs to welcome and nurture new believers.  Love Song inspired us to give more attention to our music writing, guitar practice, and attempt at harmonies – encouraging us by example.    

One day an old acquaintance, Dan Pauly from Pasadena, CA, popped in with a small group of Christians accompanying him.  They were closing the ministry house in Pasadena and in transition.  I’d met Dan way back in Monrovia when we were both young Christians.  The outcome of Dan’s visit was that we gained a mature brother named Philip and an awesome single lady named Shelia.  They arrived at the perfect time to be able to provide encouragement and teaching to a steady stream of new believers.  Dale Alter, Larry Gottlieb, Philip Clore and Shelia Guedau stepped up to this task and gave me time for other ministry needs. These and many other faithful brothers and sisters were hard and willing workers and my trust was never misplaced when it came to them.  I’ve asked my good friend and brother in Christ, Dale Alter to share some of his recollections from these early days.

Early Jesus People Ministry Days

Dale Alter

While roaming the Haight Ashbury - San Francisco in late 1967 - I had a chance run-in with Lonnie Frisbee.  He quickly directed our conversation to the topic of Jesus Christ and began to explain that Jesus was God’s Son. I was impressed by God’s Love that was strong in Lonnie.  Thinking about my mind-expanding drug experiences to date, I said, “I think you need to take more LSD to open your mind back up.”  

He smiled, saying, “I don’t think so. Jesus is who you’re looking for!”   A seed was planted and there was something about that brief meeting that stuck with me.

In 1968, some nine months later, my psychedelic world came crashing in. It was on a Sunday night in August, and I was with a good friend named Terry in a drug-altered condition trying to achieve higher consciousness through Yoga. I thought I was beginning to finally experience Samadhi (an experience of clear light and cosmic consciousness), when a voice I now know as the Holy Spirit asked me, “Where is the love?”

This question caused me to wonder; love hadn’t been central to my experience in the psychedelic scene or even with the gurus I knew. In fact the most ego-centered, selfish people I knew were ones boasting of ego-death.  As I pondered the absence of love, I realized that I was deceived by the Angel of Light, Lucifer.

In desperation I asked, “Where are you God?”

He answered, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, no one comes to the Father but by Me.”  These words pierced through the haze of my drug world – into my heart.  I saw idols inside of me knocked over like bowling pins. I, like many hippies, believed there were thousands of ways to God. I thought that all teachers and Avatars were the same. The next thing I saw was a mental stream of my entire life with a running commentary of all my judgments on people who did the same things I did. I saw how I had dishonored my parents, treated women as objects, had lied and stolen. The running footage ended right where I had been earlier that day – telling people that I and they were gods.

As I stood before the Creator of the universe, I felt very small – condemned by my own conscience for the selfish and careless life I had lived. I hung my head and waited for the gavel to come down. Instead I was taken in the spirit to the cross where I saw Jesus dying. He looked into my eyes, and I realized that He knew me. I’d never realized that He’d died for my crimes and failures.  I instantly grasped what sin was and saw the enormity of it.  The blood of Jesus was washing me on the inside and a tremendous weight came off my soul. I was overwhelmingly drawn to the love I felt flowing from Jesus as I cried, "Father forgive me."

I was transported into the arms of Christ – died with Him and then rose to life again in Him. This was the purest mystical experience I’d ever had in my young life.  At the same time, I felt a foreign spirit being lifted from the back of my neck. The Holy Spirit came in, and I knew that I was being reborn. In the days and months ahead my brain was miraculously healed of all the damage done by LSD and other psychedelics.  At last I felt happy, sane, and alive!
Up to this point, drugs were the solution.  Thankfully, Lonnie’s witness to the reality of Jesus Christ prevailed!  After receiving Jesus Christ, I tried to find Christians to have fellowship with. Visiting one church I asked, “What should I do now that I'm a Christian?”  Their response was, “Join the military and kill Commies for Christ.” 

My response, “What about the Sermon on the Mount taught by Jesus?”

The response I heard was, “Peace is for the millennium (the 1000 year reign of Christ on the earth) – not now!”

After floundering for several months I decided to go to Marin County where some friends had a Christian house ministry called Barachah House. It was guided by two ‘Bapticostal’ (Baptist/Pentecostal) seminary students from Golden Gate Baptist Seminary – Kent Philpott and Paul Bryant. I lived there as one of the early house members and continued growing in my faith.  During this time, I reconnected with Lonnie Frisbee who lived in the House of Acts a few cities north in Novato.

At the time, life consisted of personal Bible study, prayer, group Bible studies, and witnessing on the streets of Marin county and San Francisco. We saw lots of people come to Christ. We also went to Berkeley and ministered on the university campus and baptized people in the fountain after they accepted Jesus. One of the Christians I met in Marin County was David Hoyt. We ministered together on the streets of San Fran, Marin County, Berkeley and other Eastbay cities, speaking about Jesus Christ to any who would listen.  We were also invited to speak in churches and coffee houses.

David decided to move to Walnut Creek to start another Jesus house in 1969. We started a brothers house called Home for His Glory and a sisters meeting house called Upper Streams.  We had Friday and Saturday night meetings at Upper Streams, often filling the entire house with young people.  It was not unusual for people to come in and suddenly be aware of the presence of God’s Holy Spirit overwhelming them with love.  Hundreds of young men and women came to know Jesus in the months to come, with supernatural signs accompanying the testimony of Jesus.


I recall a brother named Vic Clowser in the living room of Upper Streams playing his guitar and singing in the Holy Spirit to the Lord in tongues.  A Greek girl named Sylvia walked in and understood Victor’s song as praise to God in her native tongue of Greek.

New believer baptized

On another occasion our friend Mike Hash told us he was too sick to go to the meeting we had planned to attend saying he had an upset stomach and a fever.  David and I said, “No way, be healed in Jesus' Name.” He was instantly healed and accompanied us to that meeting.

Whenever David Hoyt gave his testimony at Upper Streams, a church, or coffeehouse – the Holy Spirit would fill the place and people always received Jesus. When someone accepted Christ, we would baptize them in water as soon as water was available. We urged believers to totally surrender to God and receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Most people spoke in tongues as we laid hands on them, but sometimes they would receive the Holy Spirit during worship and spontaneously begin singing in tongues (a heavenly language of worship). Corporate singing in the Spirit was a hallmark of our gatherings.

We saw people receive supernatural dentistry in the Lord's Presence with gold fillings and sometimes new teeth. The Lord lengthened short legs and healed a club foot of one young man. We saw God start cars with dead batteries and fill empty gas tanks. We were child-like in our faith and received financial support without telling people our needs. I don't remember many prayers for provision, but God faithfully supplied rent and food money for each of our Christian houses.

On one occasion we were invited to speak at a Catholic girls high school.  As two of the brothers, Kevin and Steve, spoke in one class, the girls said they saw them enveloped in a cloud of light.  Many of these students trusted in Christ, and Kevin brought them to the Chapel after class. Kevin then prayed, “Come Holy Spirit!” and many of these Catholic girls started speaking in tongues ecstatically. The Nuns who invited us also received the fullness of the Spirit.  These are just a few examples of how Jesus was at work opening hearts and revealing himself.

We were also making connections with a few older Christians who would help ground our growing numbers. Pastor Armand Ramseyer from an Open Bible Church in Concord was one of these special individuals and a dear brother in the Lord.  Visiting our ministry at Upper Streams was like a dream come true – reminding him of an earlier revival that came out of Azusa St. in Los Angeles.  Seeing the active work of God’s Holy Spirit Pastor Ramseyer let us know he was willing to assist us in any way possible.   Our response was to attend worship at Open Bible as often as able, and a mutual and enduring friendship was formed.

Unfortunately, a sizeable group of regular members left the church at the sight of a growing number of long-haired ‘hippie type’ young adults showing up for worship.  This exodus was discouraging for the pastor and us, as we felt responsible.  On the flip side – it gave the church more freedom to embrace a new wave of God’s spirit at work. The loss of some ‘old timers’ was more than matched by the Lord.  In just a few months, the church quickly tripled in numbers and kept growing as people were drawn to Christ and saved in almost every gathering.  In time this ministry grew into a robust outreach ministry and Christian school named Concord Christian Center. – Dale Alter

To Be Continued

Dave 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.

Read previous installments 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

Part 4: Recollections of My Search for Truth

Part 5: My Search - A Prelude to Finding God

Part 6: A Search for God Unraveling

Part 7: An Appointment with God

Part 8: Launched into a New Life

Part 9: A Steep Learning Curve

Part 10: God - An Incredible Teacher

Part 11: Lancaster - A Desert Call

Part 12: Back in the City - San Francisco

Part 13: The SF Bay Area Jesus People Movement - Episode One

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