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I didn’t wake until we stopped at Bakersfield at 8.30. The hostess told me we probably had only twenty or thirty minutes, so I started to run to get into line at the bathroom. The lawns were being watered, and I slipped on wet concrete, fell on my posterior and hit my head. Polla Matteras, Gina Severns and Vicki Moore (the last two having had nurse’s training) came up; they were very kind, washed off the wound and put antiseptic on it. I had no pain, no headache. I recalled Father’s taking my hands and the look in his eyes last night.
I took off my dress, which was wet, and put on my offertory uniform. I brushed my teeth, took my vitamins, and ate my food.
The buses left at 9.30.
I read To the Finland Station by Edmund Wilson, then slept. The weather was very warm.
We arrived in Los Angeles at 12.30. The line for security check was as disorganized as usual. I finally asked to go to the head of the line. I spoke to Vernell Henderson, who took me to the nurses. Sylvia Grubbs and the other nurses had to shave my head and stop the bleeding, which had been profuse.
I went upstairs and saved a seat. Then I dressed and got into service as rides were being allotted.
Gene Chaikin was back from Guyana. He spoke, mostly on the acres planted with food.
Jim was on the podium at 3.50. His theme was: “Those who live righteous in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution.” The churches are aligned against us. “They will kill you thinking they do God a service.” Every church is an enemy. If you can sit in a church tomorrow comfortably, you don’t stand for truth. He said he made a point of telling the truth before taking an offering.
Jim became angry because people would not follow his instructions to stand at the sum they were living and say nothing. Later he spoke of the regret some would feel who refused now to give everything. No rich man will ever be saved.
Jim left the podium for a few minutes to answer a distress call.
Jim announced the contest between San Francisco and Los Angeles culminating on 31 August to raise money for an airplane. Wesley Johnson challenged Los Angeles. Competition is being used for a good end.
Jim told of canceling the trip the promised land. It was essential to for the safety of the family here. He spoke as if the trip to Hawaii were being deferred too.
He performed healings.
The congregation came to the altar. Jim touched all, going from one side to the other. Then he decided to go along the line, as the offering bucket was carried before him. He went along one aisle as lines formed in the others, touching every person.
The meeting was dismissed at 6.30.
I went home with Beulah Pendleton, as did Kaye Rosas and her daughter, Liane. Beulah’s husband drove us home. Kaye used to live at Agnes Jones’s home in Ukiah where Beulah’s mother stayed.
Beulah gave us for dinner: baked chicken, bread and canned peas.
I was feeling a little nervous and stopped the children from playing on the piano. Kaye’s child, who is quite insubordinate, disobeyed, and I threatened to spank her. Liane is eight and sucks her thumb as do many of our black children. She probably feels unwanted from being shuttled from one home to another.
I got in bed and read the newspaper until Beulah served some watermelon. She gave me a huge piece.
I read more in To the Finland Station by Edmund Wilson. I went to sleep about 12.00.