Beginning Tomorrow Today - By Timothy Sherman

months later. Because of these trance-like, daydream experiences I had a hard time understanding what was really happening. "How could it be?" I wondered. Though troubled in my thoughts, I put all those fears out of my mind because of the warm peace that always came when one of these events was about to happen. I increasingly took these experiences for granted. I was unable to explain them because of a lack of language or vocabulary. My close friends would sometimes avoid me when I talked about these strange and quite extraordinary spiritual occurrences. Besides, I came from a tongue talking Pentecostal family. My friends who often thought of us as "holy rollers" already perceived us as weird. I spent more than fourteen years as a young man doing my own thing. I was well practiced at rejecting and forsaking God's presence and my good and Godly upbringing. But even though I was running the wrong way, I could not outrun God's Spirit nor could I ever denounce my belief in Him from my childhood roots. He was always there in so many ways, preserving me and keeping me. Several of my friends and I were preserved from death in car and motorcycle accidents. Several were not. God was always revealing this invisible pattern of protective intervention in dangerous situa tions. He would intervene in supernatural ways through unexplain able happenstance, through strange, loving, kind people whom I felt were angels or "mysterious ones." One example of these mysterious ones was when I was seven or eight years old. On occasion I would go exploring into the hobo jungles. A hobo jungle was a place where bamboo and tall young willows grew thick near railroad bridges. Hobos, homeless men and women, illegally used the trains for transportation. There were still many of these hobos in the 1950s since the law against hopping and riding the trains was lightly enforced at that time. My friends and I hopped trains often and rode them for miles just to have fun and to explore. We would then catch another train going in the opposite direction when it was time to go home. These wandering souls called hobos would congregate for overnight stays, build their shelters, lay out their bedrolls, and build 25