Linda Robinson:  

I thought that this recent Christmas letter I wrote would be the best way to tell you who I am today and where I have been and what I have been doing for the past 23 years. It's long and tedious, but here goes... A Christmas letter from Linda (Doty) Robinson...Happy Birthday Jesus 2013...All are one through Christiandom There is one body, and one Spirit, even as ye are called in one hope of your calling; one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all (Ephesians 4:4-6). There is neither Jew nor Greek (orthodox, protestant, catholic, Mormon, Jehovah Witness, etc.), there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for you are all one in Christ Jesus (Galatians 3:28) and whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved (Romans 10:13); for God sent his son into the world not to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved (John 3:7) and that if we confess with our mouths that Jesus Christ is Lord and believe in our hearts that God has raised him from the dead we shall be saved (Romans 10:9); for God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but shall have everlasting life (John 3:16) and their name will be written in God's book of life where each one of us will receive the same reward and inheritance which is to never die again and live forever with God in the new Heaven and new Earth called the New Jerusalum (Revelations 21:4). Dear Free Evangelic Church pastors, elders and members, Though I wrote a 17-page, typewritten letter to you almost three years ago, I never mailed it because I was still short for words to explain my sudden disappearance and escape from San Francisco, something I had been wanting to do for a long time before I was able to do so. Noah saw the flood coming so he built an ark. I saw the day coming when people would be paying over $1,000 dollars a month for a studio apartment so I built my own ark to survive in when I made a home out of a vehicle and was therefore able to semi-retire since working full-time in the Silicon Valley as a secretary since the age of 17. As I look back, the 20 years I spent living in San Francisco out of either a van or RV to beat the housing famine looks and feels more like a nightmare to me now and I can't quite figure out how I came out sane or even alive for that matter. It goes to show that with God all things are possible as not a hair of my head was harmed in the entire 20 years of being there after my mother retired from Hewlett Packard in Palo Alto, sold our home and moved back to Utah where she met a man to marry and where we moved from when I was 12 years old after her job transferred her from Salt Lake City to San Carlos, California. I stopped coming to the church when my social security benefits were cut off temporarily and I wasn't working at the time and didn't have a dime to contribute to the offering because I remembered one very rare night where I had no money to put into the tray and of all nights pastor asked who didn't put in an offering and I had to raise my hand. It was humiliating enough to make me determined to never attend another church service where I had nothing to give. Many times before that I gave my last farthing and paid many late fee charges to the bank in order to post date a check to have something to put into the tray. However, that particular night I couldn't even post date a check. As time went on and I still had no income, I started feeling a sense of freedom--kind of like a Christian soldier on furlough with only one master to serve now instead of three: God, my own responsibility to neighbors and family as well as pastor's request to attend every church service which at least in my case meant remaining in San Francisco week in and week out, year in and year out, with no more tha...Expand for more