One summer when I was about 14, some of my schoolmates fell in with what were then known as 'Jesus freaks'.
They told me excitedly about the free coach trips they went on, with food laid on, pop, crisps, you name it, loads of fun.

As a bored teenager I was eager to join in. The only drawback was that the 'coach trips' were actually transport to big outdoor prayer meetings or Jesus picnics or whatever they were called, so you did have to fall in with the religious stuff a bit.

I didn't mind this and had great time, and met some very nice people.*

However, at no point did I relinquish my hardline anti-organised religion views. At prayer-time, I always opened my eyes and gazed around in wonder at the hundreds of raptured, God-loving young faces around me, thinking, How can they fall for this crap?

The slogan of this youth movement was 'One Way!' and members would always pose for photos with a finger pointing towards Heaven to demonstrate their faith.
So if you ever see a snap of a teenager from the early 70s wearing loon pants/parallels and tank top, pointing mysteriously to the sky, then they were almost certainly a One Way! Jesus freak, and might even be me.

*Including the serendipitously-named Arthur Blessit, whom I was taken to hear preaching in Manchester. He was carrying a full-sized cross around the world.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 14:17, 2 replies)

The seventies really were a wonderful decade : )
Apart from the fashion.
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 14:27, closed)

Yup, when kids could be taken off for a full day to a vague destination
by strangers who were trusted because they said they were doing it for Jesus.

And Jesus really DID love me. ;)
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 14:31, closed)