Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

So, I stepped over to the edge of the interrogation room and called Dot. My phone service was a bit sketchy, and I was praying I could get through. I was also praying that she would be awake to answer my call as it was around midnight in California. The phone rang twice, and Dot answered my call wide awake. “Hello,” she said. I said, “Hey, how are you?” I was trying to keep my conversation short and to the point. She told me she was up late cooking chili because her real estate office was having a chili cook-off the next day. I quickly asked her, “Are you anywhere near a computer right now?” She answered, “No, but I can be. What do you need?” I asked her, “Can you look up the number for the US Embassy in Jakarta for me?” She asked, “Why do you need that?” I reluctantly told her, “We are kind of under arrest over here.” I thought back to her earlier caution regarding our trip to Indonesia. I thought about how the Lord had prompted her to tell us to be on “High alert.” She said, “Sure. Give me a minute.” She then recited the phone number we needed to call the US Embassy. I told her I loved her, and we hung up. Dot was so calm and cool on the phone call; it was like I had casually asked her for the phone number to Pizza Hut. As soon as we hung up, she called Pastor Sarge and Barbara Haskell in Oregon. She woke them up and asked them to pray for our release. She phoned other prayer warriors and headed up an all-night prayer meeting for us.

About thirty minutes passed before I was able to speak with Rudy again. He told me not to call the

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