With this all in mind, I devised a plan to take to my God. I told Him of my desire to serve and how I felt I must travel across the country bearing witness of His Name to all the people. I then asked that He would help me find a job so I could earn money to pay my way. I ended this prayer by asking Him to lead me to the people I could help or to the people who could help me. This simple humble prayer cleared the air and my mind of all doubts. I had showed my trust in God by praying in faith in the name of Jesus Christ. I felt his Holy Spirit answer as it whispered in my mind. " First cut your hair my son and then go downtown Stony Brook for there I have a job waiting for you. " In great faith I arose from that prayer knowing that all would be right. Robin and I went right downtown to a barber where I had my long hair cut off. Then as we left the barber, we heard that the village was hiring men to work on a landscaping crew. We went straight to their office and I was hired immediately. The Lord truly blew my mind again with such a quick and open response to my humble prayer.This happened in April, right around Easter and I believe I started work the monday after. The work crew shaped up at the old Setauket Mill Pond near the grist mill. I was excited and eager to do some physical labor having spent most of the winter in study and prayer. This was a big change from being on campus with little to do and much to say. Now I must learn to do much and say little. I was stepping out of the role of being some strange prophet and was putting on the garments of a poor working boy. It was a humbling job after having been a free thinking college student. However, I had already decided to keep quiet about my experiences with God and get some rest from the evil looks of men. I looked normal and now I would act the same among these working men. I had laid down my scepter and mantel for a season. At least until I'd made enough money to travel across the country. It was time for me to begin to learn about real work and earning a living. I spent that first day raking and packing leaves on and off a big rack truck. I was tired and dirty but, inside I felt great. It gave me renewed self-esteem to do honest work instead of free loading off my parents. Work was my new found freedom which I truly enjoyed. Compared to the hell I felt at Woodstock, this menial labor was heaven on earth.The second day on the job, a strange thing happened during our morning work break. The foreman and his partner were sitting in the cab of the truck talking about God and religion. I was back in the rack of the truck and couldn't help hearing their conversation. The temptation was too great and I had to somehow get into the conversation. I hung over the side and said something simple like " I believe in God too." With that, the foreman's eyes came alive and he started asking me questions. What church do you belong to ? To which I answered none. I proudly told him I was a hippie and didn't believe in church but I believed in God. He wouldn't let me get away with that and then said yea right but, what church were you raised in ? I answered Lutheran. Now Bobby the foreman had this large chart unfolded across the inside of the cab. It was titled " His Many Mansions " and it listed the top 10 or 15 Christian churches in the world on the right side in a column. Then along the top of the chart it listed various religious subjects such as birth, death, marriage, baptism, priesthood, etc. Using the chart you could quickly compare what each church believed on the different subjects. Bobby then quizzed me on my beliefs and quickly announced that I believed more like a Mormon then Lutheran. He boasted he was a member of the Mormon church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the only true church on the face of the earth. His straight forward overbearing approach turned me off and I told him I didn't believe in one true church and I felt God was in all the churches.Well that set the stage for two head strong men of faith to draw a line in the sand. Bobby was convinced he had the corner on truth, the true gospel of Jesus Christ and I had all my great spiritual encounters with God. It was like the clash of the titans. Bobby claimed to have the full truth and I wouldn't listen because I felt he was too overbearing and narrow minded. It made my life on the job more trying than I had planned. I was sorry I had entered into the subject of religion with my foreman. This job was a place I came to escape my strange ministry for a season. Now I found myself being pressured by my boss to convert and conform to his gospel ideals. I was constantly in defense of what was left of my college life style. Bob W. quote me the Bible on tithing, baptism, and all the ten commandments. He reminded me if I wasn't keeping all of God's commandments that I would lose my place in heaven. He was very knowledgeable but his anxious drive to win me over only helped to put me off. I tried to keep up my college campus spirit but I was tired after long days of work. I still went to concerts on the weekends but my energy levels were down. The nagging of Bob W. kept my conscience alert which took the fun out of some of the things I was doing. I had sworn off drugs after Woodstock and quit smoking after my great vision in January. My only vice was drinking a little beer on weekends which I didn't think was so bad. Bobby kept telling me it was against God's commandments to drink any alcohol, coffee, tea or use tobacco or any illegal drugs. He also told me I should attend church on Sundays and not go to any more irreverent concerts. He said if you really want to be a man of God, you have to learn his laws and keep them. Then he would show me things in the Bible backing up what he said. I didn't want to argue with him and besides I didn't think I could prove him wrong. He had a very strong opinion which he called his testimony always stating that the things he said were true.Just to spite Bob I would drink coffee and tell him about the great times I had drinking beer and going to concerts. It really got him when I told him we went to Stony Brook to see Timothy Leary in lecture. Now I didn't believe in what Leary was teaching, but I had an open mind and a natural respect for all people. It was around this time that I started bringing the Koran to work with me to read between jobs. This really got Bob upset. He had a great knowledge and testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ which he wanted to share with me but, I didn't want to listen to him. Then I continued to seek truth from other sources right in front of his face. He got so mad, he told me I should get rid of all my other books and just read the Book of Mormon. I politely informed him I would read his Book of Mormon after I finished the Koran as I had started reading it first.