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<\/a><\/p>\nwww.hopepoint<\/b>naz.org\/<\/cite><\/a><\/p>\n A great band playing music and singing about God was a welcome relief compared to the last time I was at the Yuba College theatre, nearly seven years ago, which was when my wife and a couple of friends had come to see a play.<\/p>\n Some time back, a friend told me, \u201cBob, the only culture you know about is agri.\u201d<\/p>\n Well, I\u2019ve been trying to change that. After all, my wife has a college degree in English with a minor in music. Even if it\u2019s just by osmosis, I have been getting a bit more cultured. In fact, one of best times I ever had was watching I Love you, You\u2019re Perfect, Now Change<\/em>, a play by The Acting Company in Yuba City. Because of that great experience, I got the inspiration to invite my wife and a couple of friends to see a play at my alma mater. Bad idea.<\/p>\n Try as I might, I could not get into Betty\u2019s Summer Vacation<\/em>, even though I did know it was a satirical black comedy. Maybe it\u2019s just me, but a homosexual serial killer storing body parts in a freezer and a flasher flashing on stage just didn\u2019t seem that funny. As I walked out with my wife and friends to get our money back, the last scene I remember seeing was someone holding what was supposed to be a frozen penis they just pulled out of the freezer. Ha\u2026Ha\u2026 Ha. I can only take this culture stuff so far. The last time I encountered something that stunk so badly at Yuba College was years ago when people around me in my accounting class started sniffing and turning up their noses. I looked at the bottom of my shoe then noticed I must have accidentally stepped on a cow patty while cutting across the neighbor\u2019s pasture on my way to school.<\/p>\n This Sunday morning was quite a different experience however. I was there because I\u2019ve been visiting places of worship throughout the Yuba\/Sutter area, taking pictures and writing about my experiences.<\/p>\n Driving east on North Beale Road past Yuba College, I noticed a sign for \u201cHope Point\u201d Sunday worship service at 10:00 a.m. I made a mental note of it and headed towards the corner of North Beale Rd. and Griffith Avenue where I had hoped to attend service at the Gospel Christian Center. Driving by I noticed there was only one car at the church and it was almost ten so I knew their service would be later. I headed back to Yuba College to check out \u201cHope Point\u201d.<\/p>\n I was late, so I quickly walked up and into the theatre which was fairly full. A band was playing Christian music and I found a place to sit near the back. The crowd was mostly younger Caucasians singing and clapping to the music. I did notice some African-Americans, but not many.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve been to services like this before, churches that have started outreach in a community through a more established church in another location. It seems to work well. I took a few pictures after asking if it was okay, and I was pleased to hear that newcomers weren\u2019t expected to donate anything when the offering plate went around. I don\u2019t mind giving, but I was planning to also attend an additional church that day.<\/p>\n The sermon was a series titled, \u201cSeeing Truth in Dr. Seuss\u201d<\/em>. Of course it was geared more toward the children in attendance. I wondered what the adults in the audience thought about the presentation. I could relate to what the pastor had to say about not worrying about being cool and fitting in. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever been cool. And as for fitting in, well, I\u2019ve been a member of the Unification Church since 1978. The pastor also told the children they need to be willing to make fools of themselves for God. I\u2019m not sure how often it\u2019s been for God, but for me, making a fool of myself just comes naturally.<\/p>\n I left the service early since I wanted to go to the Gospel Christian Center for their service. I snuck out the back door and headed outside and took a few more photos.<\/p>\n While leaving, I stopped and talked to a guy that had been directing and greeting people near the college parking lot as they headed towards the theatre. I started up a conversation and asked him how long he\u2019d lived in the area. He told me he\u2019s lived here for about six years.<\/p>\n I pointed to a small commercial building on Beale Rd. and mentioned that I\u2019ve never seen a business make a go of it there. I told him that one of the weirdest businesses I ever saw there was a place called \u201cMagnolia Thunderpussy\u201d<\/em> which was some kind of strange restaurant that specialized in desserts that resembled certain parts of the human anatomy. I\u2019m not going to go into details, but let\u2019s just say that if that restaurant had been in business at the time \u201cBetty\u2019s Summer Vacation\u201d<\/em> was playing, it could have supplied some of their props.<\/p>\n Not only that, Magnolia Thunderpussy was a real person, who had obviously changed her name, I hope. She had a few of these \u201crestaurants\u201d in the San Francisco Bay Area. For some reason, it just didn\u2019t catch on in Linda.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hope Point at Yuba College www.hopepointnaz.org\/ A great band playing music and singing about God was a welcome relief compared to the last time I was at the Yuba College theatre, nearly seven years ago, which was when my wife and a couple of friends had come to see a play. Some time back, a … Continue reading Hope Point<\/span> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>