It’s early in the morning. What an evening! June 1, 1997.
After the evening service, Crystal, Clifton’s sister, invited me to go to a drive-in movie with her down the mountain near the Tennessee state line. We saw Volcano, one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.
I had never been to a drive-in before. We laid out on sleeping bags, on our stomachs, which caused my neck to hurt really bad. Crystal gave me a massage as the credits rolled. Then she ran her fingers through my hair.
We went to Wal-Mart and played with toys until it closed at midnight.
I had a good time and we talked pretty deeply. She says she is away from God. She doesn’t even consider herself a Christian anymore. She told me about a lot of things that happened when she went away to college in Asheville. She said she lost her innocence. I wonder if that means she isn’t a virgin anymore. I didn’t condemn her. I was just there and I listened.
We came back to my room and listened to some Rebecca St. James and Cindy Morgan. She said she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t give herself back to God.
I prayed with her. And I hugged her goodbye at her car door.
Then she said, “I never should have grown up and gone off to college.”
All I know is that you love us. There is evil in the world, but you still love everyone. I want nothing but your love.