Dr. Stephen Phinney | August 26, 2020 |
When I gaze into culture today, I see the consequences of the poor choices we "hippies" made. Our counterculture ways identified us. Those of us who were aware of the beliefs behind the wild parties knew our mission was to reject the mores of established society. We were Marxists on drugs, particularly marijuana.
Marxist? Hippies are mutated Nazis with a flair to advance the beliefs of Carl Marx. Even though we were known for bright colors and endless "pot-parties," our utopian ideology of collective equality was to convert "Christianity" into socialism. We were successful in accomplishing this by converting "Jesus" into a pot-smoking guru. Back then, since Christianity was predominantly "right-wing," it was imperative to move Jesus from the "right" to the "left."
Neo-Nazism is based on "race," while Marxism is based on classes of humanity. Most hippies advanced the dream of Carl Marx, while the Nazi group spun off to form counterculture groups such as white-supremacy, black lives matter, Zionists, and other race-oriented groups.
Both sides of the left (liberal & moderates) understood that the common goals were identical. In this, we all agreed that our grievances and hatred of achievement of prosperity must benefit all of humanity at the root of both ideologies. Secondly, we realized to advance our cause we must infiltrate politics. During this time, we took advantage of our pot-smoking friends who had a bent toward policy reform. Thus, the Socialist Party was born. It wasn't until the Clinton era that the old-hippies successfully merged the Socialist Party with the Democrat Party. In a nutshell, that brings us up to date with the war occurring in the 2020 elections.
After graduating from high school in 1974, I continued the agreed-upon venue of refuting all forms of authority, which was the practical action of advancing our cause. Even though I became born-again at 16 years of age, I immediately converted my "Jesus" into an anti-establishment activist. That is until I was faced with the benefits of quality, authoritative leadership.
Shortly after graduating high school, I was blessed with a job in a nearby community at a Tractor Supply store. I worked hard and became a faithful worker. The family that owned this chain adopted me into their family. I learned many things about family, business, leadership, and product supply. Even though I worked at a factory throughout my high school years, this job taught me something different – the importance of hard work, family loyalty, and the benefits of working. While working this job, due to my hippie lifestyle, my private life started to get out of control. It was almost like I had two sides to me – one being a faithful worker who displayed a high level of responsibility and second being my private flesh-life. As a result of my unresolved conflicts from my childhood, sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll poured into my already messed life.
While in high school, I was a part of a rock band that earned a healthy degree of popularity. We enjoyed our local fame, but with this popularity came temptations of drinking, drugs, and sex. Coming from such a rejective background and having women readily available during or after concerts, I became "addicted" to the attention of this lifestyle.
The years I spent being a part of this band introduced me to a world that my flesh could not handle.
This fake and deceptive world was carried over into my young adult years. While trying to be responsible in my work world, my "off-time" hours turned into one flesh-party after another, living out a "wannabe" celebrity dream.
During the '70s, "streaking" (running around naked) became a fad. I took streaking to a new level by bringing it to the stage and integrated it into my act.
To my surprise, it was a hit, but I didn't count the cost. This led me into the underworld of a mafia run strip circuit. I went from "having fun" to getting caught up as an entertainer in the underworld. I became the first male stripper in a local club. It all starting with me convincing the owner of a club to allow me to get on stage and do a strip routine with a featured Vegas Showgirl, which was the "unpardonable sin" in this industry. Promising him an increase of business, he took the dare, tried it, and as the Devil would have it, it became this owner's most popular show. This show led me down a path that I have suffered extreme regret. Not only was I a leader in the local "Jesus Movement," I was living a lifestyle of debauchery.
It was time for God to get my attention.
One night after a show, my dance partner told me her "boss" (pimp) was here from out of town "to deal with me." I won't go into details, but that night the Lord ended my "career" in the entertainment industry. God used this horrific night in the back alley of that club to spank me – plain and simple.
When the news of my "night-life" spread, I lost my job at the local Tractor Supply store. My boss and mentor released me because my reputation didn't match their family values, nor the values of their respective business. Now unemployed and wandering in the wilderness, I found myself engaged to a wealthy Catholic girl.
After enjoying her wealth privileges (that's what we hippies did), I was faced with the reality of my demise.
On the day her wedding dress arrived, I bolted like a thief in the night – supposedly devastating her life.
Her brothers began hunting me down like a dog. With that, I left the state.
Upon returning from my extended trip with my commune buddies, my mother encouraged me to apply for a job that my aunt suggested.
Being desperate for employment, I went to the interview. I speak more about this job later in future writings. The job ended up being a Federal position of directing a county for the underprivileged, OEO: Office of Equal Opportunity. To my surprise, I got the job, and as predicted, I integrated my hippie/drug world into this position – using this job to traffic drugs. After about a year, I got caught. I was told I would never work for the Federal government agency again. They sent me off without charges, thus furthering my hatred toward Federal establishments.
Being unemployed again, and disillusioned by life, my mother invited me to a local movie sponsored by Billy Graham – The Hiding Place, The Corrie Ten Boom Story. Determined not to go, my mother begged me, announcing my father was going with her.
With that news, I wanted to see THIS with my own eyes! Arriving at the theater early, I was attacked spiritually to the point of pacing like a wild animal in front of the theater. One of the attendants came out and asked me if I was "OK." Moments away from going back to my apartment, my father and mother came around the corner. After our typical detached greetings, we went into the theater, sat down. I continuing to be attacked by this dark feeling. The movie started and had my full attention. Miraculously, peace filled my soul.
After the movie was over, I expected someone to stand up and do an altar call. But no, everyone got up and left. I asked my parents if they wanted to come to my apartment for coffee, but my father was quick to say he wanted to go home. I went back to my apartment, alone, and sure enough, this dark feeling returned - in full force. I went into the closet of my bedroom and grabbed the preaching Bible of my grandfather, handed down to me. I threw it against the wall in anger. It bounced off the wall and landed, opened-faced, on my bed, to the book of Proverbs. With what little knowledge I had to read, God miraculously opened my illiterate mind to read a simple passage that brought me to brokenness.
For wisdom will enter your heart and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul; discretion will guard you, understanding will watch over you, to deliver you from the way of evil, from the man who speaks perverse things; from those who leave the paths of uprightness to walk in the ways of darkness; who delight in doing evil and rejoice in the perversity of evil; whose paths are crooked, and who are devious in their ways; to deliver you from the strange woman, from the adulteress who flatters with her words; that leaves the companion of her youth and forgets the covenant of her God; for her house sinks down to death and her tracks lead to the dead; none who go to her return again, nor do they reach the paths of life. (Proverbs 2:10-19)
Hum. What was this liberal hippy to do?
Well, when faced with the God of the universe, what else could I do? I got up from my knees, still sobbing uncontrollably, turned my life back over to the real Jesus, and flushed all my drugs down the toilet. I determined never to return to this lifestyle again – and I didn't. I will forever be grateful for Corrie, whom I call my spiritual-grandmother! She not only was like the grandmother I never had – God used her life & story to set mine free.
Within a week of this surrender, I joined my father on one of his cross-country trucking trips. This trip was during the week of the historically famous "trucking strike." While in the Bronx in New York City, we were shot at by a unionist. The bullet pierced the cab and missed my head by inches. This "wake-up call" re-settled and confirmed my new lease on life.
When we got back home, a letter was waiting for me – a letter from a young lady who is now my wife. In this letter, she invited me to apply for a job at a handicapped care facility in Sheldon, Iowa. Needing a job and change of life, I applied for this position and, surprisingly, got the job. While signing the contract, I saw an "angel." She was signing her contract as well. It was at this moment that I knew she would become my wife for life.
People ask me why I am so obsessed with Christ, Culture, and Creator. That is an easy one to answer. I am a redeemed left-wing liberal hippy, chosen by God, through Christ, who happens to be the God of all established authority (Romans 13).