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14 || ALL BUT NORMAL<br />
began attending Youth for Christ meetings led by a committed<br />
young couple, George and Pat Phillips. <strong>The</strong>ir zeal for<br />
the Bible and prayer inspired Bev, and in recent weeks, her<br />
prayers took on an urgency that caught the attention <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Phillipses and her friends.<br />
“Pray for this boy I like, that he’ll come to Jesus,” Bev<br />
asked repeatedly at Youth for Christ meetings. “And for my<br />
dad to come to Jesus too.”<br />
That prayer became the focus <strong>of</strong> her life, and friends<br />
heard her pray with startling passion, “God, use me in any<br />
way that you want to see John and my dad come to know<br />
Christ.”<br />
John had attended church with Bev’s family a couple <strong>of</strong><br />
times, though he would have rather spent time alone with<br />
Bev, enjoying conversation outside the presence <strong>of</strong> spying<br />
sisters and Bev’s parents. That kind <strong>of</strong> opportunity had not<br />
come until now, the evening <strong>of</strong> March 30, 1962.<br />
At around eight o’clock, John pulled up outside the Gilvin<br />
home in his Corvair. <strong>The</strong> quad headlights lit up the street,<br />
and the Chevy bow-tie badge seemed to glow with inner<br />
warmth. Without making a scene, Bev traipsed out the back<br />
door and hopped into the passenger seat. John’s lanky frame<br />
and go<strong>of</strong>y smile were visible in the darkness.<br />
“Hey,” he said.<br />
“Hi,” Bev responded, grinning across the divided bench<br />
seat. He thought she was vivacious and beautiful, good-<br />
hearted and mischievous, all in right measure.<br />
“Well, here we go.”<br />
John took the long way to Goldblatt’s, making a circle