Together 2

We worked for Robert for a few weeks then left to work as our own entity for Contenental Can. Their boundaries by the way were marked with silver paint but we continued tree planting our entire time in NC.
Weeks passed. I yielded to my obsessive compulsive need to run. Each morning when the crew got up to eat, I would dress and begin running long before daylight toward the next unit. The crew would eventually catch up. The van pulling over, door swings open and I jump in. A buddy would have a plate of food and I’d eat on my way to work.
Gary the pastor told us to clean up special good one day after work. We were invited to Robert Webb’s house for dinner.
I remember the Portland Trailblazers were winning the play offs. We drove up to his large and beautiful home with a four car garage. In the garage all the cars had been cleared out and half a dozen of those folding church tables were set up covered with every southern delicacy imaginable. Fresh caught fried shrimp by the heap, every kind of chicken imaginable and dozens of desserts. Didn’t notice any chitterlings.
It seems Roberts’s church had turned out in force to serve and visit with us. The choir would sing their songs and we’d sing some songs of Shiloh. We had put together a skit familiar to most Shilohites called The Light and preformed for Roberts fellow parishioners.
At the end of the night we all took hands in a circle and prayed amazed, Black and white just miles from five points. One Black lady praised God for as much. That here we stood together Black and white and black and white holding hands together worshiping and praying just a few miles from five points where it would not be safe for them to go after dark. Don’t know for sure but her name may have been Sharon.