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Okay, wait! Time out! Just what is this term "non sequitur"? I have seen it thrown around the forums here, and I wann know what it means and what you meant by that. Education Break:

A few people made comments about this statement that CID made, and wondering why he said it: Wrdsnwrks said: Cid said:

I DO have all the answers. You see, the seven Church epistles are placed directly in between the end of the Book of Acts which follows the gospels, and....No wait. Just kidding. Anyway, welcome to the Grease Spot Cafe. I for one have only thrown out the dirty bath water, and still embrace many things I learned while in The Way. There are not too many people like me here at the GSC, but a few. And if there are more, they are not wanting to speak up about it for fear of repercussions. Outside of the GSC, there many thousands who still appreciate and utilize teachings that they learned while in The Way. I think the Baby was good. Good enough to keep around. This opinion is not very well accepted around here though. I will say though, that I do recognize that VPW did in fact, become a man who committed many evil acts that hurt a lot of people. And to me, that is very sad. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. It's an old and sad story here on this planet...

In PFAL, I learned that I had Christ in me, the hope of glory. In relation to that, I also learned that had the princes of this world known of the full "package" made available to the individuals who believed in the resurrected lord and savior Jesus Christ, they would not have crucified the lord of glory. And VP said in the class something to the effect that Jesus could only be at one place at one time, but now wherever there is a believer, there is Christ. If there are a thousand believers believing in who they are, they can "chop ol Satans' ears off a thousand times!" And in that context he shared John 14:12: "For the works that I do, ye shall do also, and greater works than these shall ye do for I go unto my father." And I was like Yeah! Man that was and IS cool to the max! And shortly after learning these things, my Daddy had a heart attack, and was in the hospital at death's door. And being the foolish nineteen year old that I was to believe such "clap trap", I drove to the hospital after I'd learned it, went into the waiting room to be with my Mom and brothers and sister to see what was going on. At some point the doctor came and told us that my Dad was in dire straits and probably wouldn't make it. At that point I just prayed to God within myself and said; "Well God, Jesus said that the works that he did, I could do also. Here goes and thanks for being with me". I walked into the ICU to his bedside, was told by the doctors to leave, looked into my dear sweet Dad's frightened eyes as he was gasping for air, and I held his ankles (there were doctors on either side of the bed) and in the name of Jesus Christ ministered healing to him by claiming the promise of God that He wills that we be prosperous and be in health. Immediately his breathing eased and the fear in his eyes subsided. And I told him that he was going to be alright. And then I went back into the waiting room. I told my family that he was going to be okay because God had healed him. Sometime later, we heard a literal "whooping" coming from the intensive care unit. I went through the door followed by my family, and there was a different doctor excitedly explaining to the one that I had seen earlier saying that the initial EKG (or whatever they used to determine the damage) that showed a seventy percent destruction of his heart, "must have been a mistake! Because the second one that we took now shows that everything is fine!" Just then, as if on cue, like in a movie or something, the nurse says; "Doctor, his pulse! Look!" And we turned and there at my Dad's bedside was some sort of digital pulse monitor that was dropping dramatically from a near fibrillation state to a nice and normal pulse. And my Dad had tears streaming down his smiling face. And then the whooping Doctor said really loud; "We're in Fat City baby!" And I'll never forget that as long as I live, for we had all witnessed a miracle. And then when the doctors began to talk of how this could have happened, I simply told them that they had witnessed a miracle of healing and that it was done in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. "Two of you were there when I prayed" I told them, "and you know full well what has happened here, and God Almighty gets the glory!" And then I went over and on some kind of a nurses marker board next to my Dad's bed, I wrote this verse from Jeremiah; "Behold, I am the lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for me?" And the answer to that rhetorical question is an obvious and resounding "NO". And I told my Dad that he'd just been healed and that he'd be fine. And then, I asked him if he believed Romans 10;9, and with tears he replied; "Well I sure as hell do now! And thank you so much son, I am so proud of you", as he gripped my hand. And, I gained that confidence and strength to do that from the PFAL class, and for that I will be forever thankful. That old "sogwap" attitude you know. Was it an "instantaneous miracle? Or just a "reglar" healing. I don't know nor care. My Dad lived to a ripe old age and now awaits the return of our lord. That incident occurred at the Bethesda Naval Medical Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland. It's on record there somewhere no doubt. Once again, I do not deny VPWs sins and the hurt that they caused. But I am also thankful that he taught that class and that I took it. -------------------- Zaka muka! Ngiku zololay! Ozala kamoto!

Awesome quote Dooj! And, I think that you are so right about forgiveness. Lots of people (in my opinion) seem to think that to forgive means that you will trust that person again like you did before the offense took place. Not so, in my book. I can forgive, but I may never trust that person again. I think that forgiveness many times is for the forgive-ER and not the forgive-EE.

In PFAL, I learned that I had Christ in me, the hope of glory. In relation to that, I also learned that had the princes of this world known of the full "package" made available to the individuals who believed in the resurrected lord and savior Jesus Christ, they would not have crucified the lord of glory. And VP said in the class something to the effect that Jesus could only be at one place at one time, but now wherever there is a believer, there is Christ. If there are a thousand believers believing in who they are, they can "chop ol Satans' ears off a thousand times!" And in that context he shared John 14:12: "For the works that I do, ye shall do also, and greater works than these shall ye do for I go unto my father." And I was like Yeah! Man that was and IS cool to the max! And shortly after learning these things, my Daddy had a heart attack, and was in the hospital at death's door. And being the foolish nineteen year old that I was to believe such "clap trap", I drove to the hospital after I'd learned it, went into the waiting room to be with my Mom and brothers and sister to see what was going on. At some point the doctor came and told us that my Dad was in dire straits and probably wouldn't make it. At that point I just prayed to God within myself and said; "Well God, Jesus said that the works that he did, I could do also. Here goes and thanks for being with me". I walked into the ICU to his bedside, was told by the doctors to leave, looked into my dear sweet Dad's frightened eyes as he was gasping for air, and I held his ankles (there were doctors on either side of the bed) and in the name of Jesus Christ ministered healing to him by claiming the promise of God that He wills that we be prosperous and be in health. Immediately his breathing eased and the fear in his eyes subsided. And I told him that he was going to be alright. And then I went back into the waiting room. I told my family that he was going to be okay because God had healed him. Sometime later, we heard a literal "whooping" coming from the intensive care unit. I went through the door followed by my family, and there was a different doctor excitedly explaining to the one that I had seen earlier saying that the initial EKG (or whatever they used to determine the damage) that showed a seventy percent destruction of his heart, "must have been a mistake! Because the second one that we took now shows that everything is fine!" Just then, as if on cue, like in a movie or something, the nurse says; "Doctor, his pulse! Look!" And we turned and there at my Dad's bedside was some sort of digital pulse monitor that was dropping dramatically from a near fibrillation state to a nice and normal pulse. And my Dad had tears streaming down his smiling face. And then the whooping Doctor said really loud; "We're in Fat City baby!" And I'll never forget that as long as I live, for we had all witnessed a miracle. And then when the doctors began to talk of how this could have happened, I simply told them that they had witnessed a miracle of healing and that it was done in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. "Two of you were there when I prayed" I told them, "and you know full well what has happened here, and God Almighty gets the glory!" And then I went over and on some kind of a nurses marker board next to my Dad's bed, I wrote this verse from Jeremiah; "Behold, I am the lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for me?" And the answer to that rhetorical question is an obvious and resounding "NO". And I told my Dad that he'd just been healed and that he'd be fine. And then, I asked him if he believed Romans 10;9, and with tears he replied; "Well I sure as hell do now! And thank you so much son, I am so proud of you", as he gripped my hand. And, I gained that confidence and strength to do that from the PFAL class, and for that I will be forever thankful. That old "sogwap" attitude you know. Was it an "instantaneous miracle? Or just a "reglar" healing. I don't know nor care. My Dad lived to a ripe old age and now awaits the return of our lord. That incident occurred at the Bethesda Naval Medical Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland. It's on record there somewhere no doubt. Once again, I do not deny VPWs sins and the hurt that they caused. But I am also thankful that he taught that class and that I took it.

Rascal, you can exclude me from your "us".Dooj said; I I am thankful for that too! And, I learned it in PFAL, as far as the knowledge is concerned. And since this thread started out to be about PFAL and things from it I still believe, I happen to believe that it IS in fact relevant to this thread. I have no allegience to anyone but God and His Son Jesus Christ. I have simply been stating a fact, that I am thankful for what I learned in the PFAL class. And I wasn't part of the BG Leonard discussion here.

In PFAL, I learned that I had Christ in me, the hope of glory. In relation to that, I also learned that had the princes of this world known of the full "package" made available to the individuals who believed in the resurrected lord and savior Jesus Christ, they would not have crucified the lord of glory. And VP said in the class something to the effect that Jesus could only be at one place at one time, but now wherever there is a believer, there is Christ. If there are a thousand believers believing in who they are, they can "chop ol Satans' ears off a thousand times!" And in that context he shared John 14:12: "For the works that I do, ye shall do also, and greater works than these shall ye do for I go unto my father." And I was like Yeah! Man that was and IS cool to the max! And shortly after learning these things, my Daddy had a heart attack, and was in the hospital at death's door. And being the foolish nineteen year old that I was to believe such "clap trap", I drove to the hospital after I'd learned it, went into the waiting room to be with my Mom and brothers and sister to see what was going on. At some point the doctor came and told us that my Dad was in dire straits and probably wouldn't make it. At that point I just prayed to God within myself and said; "Well God, Jesus said that the works that he did, I could do also. Here goes and thanks for being with me". I walked into the ICU to his bedside, was told by the doctors to leave, looked into my dear sweet Dad's frightened eyes as he was gasping for air, and I held his ankles (there were doctors on either side of the bed) and in the name of Jesus Christ ministered healing to him by claiming the promise of God that He wills that we be prosperous and be in health. Immediately his breathing eased and the fear in his eyes subsided. And I told him that he was going to be alright. And then I went back into the waiting room. I told my family that he was going to be okay because God had healed him. Sometime later, we heard a literal "whooping" coming from the intensive care unit. I went through the door followed by my family, and there was a different doctor excitedly explaining to the one that I had seen earlier saying that the initial EKG (or whatever they used to determine the damage) that showed a seventy percent destruction of his heart, "must have been a mistake! Because the second one that we took now shows that everything is fine!" Just then, as if on cue, like in a movie or something, the nurse says; "Doctor, his pulse! Look!" And we turned and there at my Dad's bedside was some sort of digital pulse monitor that was dropping dramatically from a near fibrillation state to a nice and normal pulse. And my Dad had tears streaming down his smiling face. And then the whooping Doctor said really loud; "We're in Fat City baby!" And I'll never forget that as long as I live, for we had all witnessed a miracle. And then when the doctors began to talk of how this could have happened, I simply told them that they had witnessed a miracle of healing and that it was done in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. "Two of you were there when I prayed" I told them, "and you know full well what has happened here, and God Almighty gets the glory!" And then I went over and on some kind of a nurses marker board next to my Dad's bed, I wrote this verse from Jeremiah; "Behold, I am the lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for me?" And the answer to that rhetorical question is an obvious and resounding "NO". And I told my Dad that he'd just been healed and that he'd be fine. And then, I asked him if he believed Romans 10;9, and with tears he replied; "Well I sure as hell do now! And thank you so much son, I am so proud of you", as he gripped my hand. And, I gained that confidence and strength to do that from the PFAL class, and for that I will be forever thankful. That old "sogwap" attitude you know. Was it an "instantaneous miracle? Or just a "reglar" healing. I don't know nor care. My Dad lived to a ripe old age and now awaits the return of our lord. That incident occurred at the Bethesda Naval Medical Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland. It's on record there somewhere no doubt. Once again, I do not deny VPWs sins and the hurt that they caused. But I am also thankful that he taught that class and that I took it.

In PFAL, I learned that I had Christ in me, the hope of glory. In relation to that, I also learned that had the princes of this world known of the full "package" made available to the individuals who believed in the resurrected lord and savior Jesus Christ, they would not have crucified the lord of glory. And VP said in the class something to the effect that Jesus could only be at one place at one time, but now wherever there is a believer, there is Christ. If there are a thousand believers believing in who they are, they can "chop ol Satans' ears off a thousand times!" And in that context he shared John 14:12: "For the works that I do, ye shall do also, and greater works than these shall ye do for I go unto my father." And I was like Yeah! Man that was and IS cool to the max! And shortly after learning these things, my Daddy had a heart attack, and was in the hospital at death's door. And being the foolish nineteen year old that I was to believe such "clap trap", I drove to the hospital after I'd learned it, went into the waiting room to be with my Mom and brothers and sister to see what was going on. At some point the doctor came and told us that my Dad was in dire straits and probably wouldn't make it. At that point I just prayed to God within myself and said; "Well God, Jesus said that the works that he did, I could do also. Here goes and thanks for being with me". I walked into the ICU to his bedside, was told by the doctors to leave, looked into my dear sweet Dad's frightened eyes as he was gasping for air, and I held his ankles (there were doctors on either side of the bed) and in the name of Jesus Christ ministered healing to him by claiming the promise of God that He wills that we be prosperous and be in health. Immediately his breathing eased and the fear in his eyes subsided. And I told him that he was going to be alright. And then I went back into the waiting room. I told my family that he was going to be okay because God had healed him. Sometime later, we heard a literal "whooping" coming from the intensive care unit. I went through the door followed by my family, and there was a different doctor excitedly explaining to the one that I had seen earlier saying that the initial EKG (or whatever they used to determine the damage) that showed a seventy percent destruction of his heart, "must have been a mistake! Because the second one that we took now shows that everything is fine!" Just then, as if on cue, like in a movie or something, the nurse says; "Doctor, his pulse! Look!" And we turned and there at my Dad's bedside was some sort of digital pulse monitor that was dropping dramatically from a near fibrillation state to a nice and normal pulse. And my Dad had tears streaming down his smiling face. And then the whooping Doctor said really loud; "We're in Fat City baby!" And I'll never forget that as long as I live, for we had all witnessed a miracle. And then when the doctors began to talk of how this could have happened, I simply told them that they had witnessed a miracle of healing and that it was done in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. "Two of you were there when I prayed" I told them, "and you know full well what has happened here, and God Almighty gets the glory!" And then I went over and on some kind of a nurses marker board next to my Dad's bed, I wrote this verse from Jeremiah; "Behold, I am the lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for me?" And the answer to that rhetorical question is an obvious and resounding "NO". And I told my Dad that he'd just been healed and that he'd be fine. And then, I asked him if he believed Romans 10;9, and with tears he replied; "Well I sure as hell do now! And thank you so much son, I am so proud of you", as he gripped my hand. And, I gained that confidence and strength to do that from the PFAL class, and for that I will be forever thankful. That old "sogwap" attitude you know. Was it an "instantaneous miracle? Or just a "reglar" healing. I don't know nor care. My Dad lived to a ripe old age and now awaits the return of our lord. That incident occurred at the Bethesda Naval Medical Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland. It's on record there somewhere no doubt. Once again, I do not deny VPWs sins and the hurt that they caused. But I am also thankful that he taught that class and that I took it.

Geez Rascal, you must be passionate! It is 12:18 a.m here in AK! It must be what, 3:18. 4:18 a.m. where you are? Wow! Well, that's the way I feel, and maybe this will be my last word on it. Take care, and have a nice Michigan Saturday tomorrow (today)! Hope you have some sunshine. Looks overcast for us tomorrow. But, we are going fishing for Chinook salmon tomorrow! Yahoo!! And you, go catch small mouthed bass! :)

Basically, I would have to say that the thread was derailed by those who are still angry at VPW who is dead and gone. I have said it before, and I will say it again. I liked many of the things I learned in PFAL. I believe many of those things to be true to this day. The Thread title asked; "What do I still believe?" And, I shared (typed) the things that are still a blessing to me. But, here comes those who are still angry at VP (for justified reasons-don't forget I said that-I do not deny them!), and derail the thread because they are still angry at a corpse who has gone the way of all flesh. He is dead. He **** e d up royally, hurting perhaps thousands, but, this thread is (or was) about "things in PFAL that we still believe". Sorry folks, but it just gets under my skin that a thread can't stay on track without all of those still angry at Wierwille taking away any positive thing that a person may have experienced during those days... Sorry. I learned to read from a wicked 1st grade teacher. But, I am thankful that she taught me to read. And, I am still a voracious reader. Could I have learned from another teacher how to read? Shore! (sure!), But, I give the credit to Mrs. Storm for sending me off into the world of literature at an early age. And, that's the way I feel about VPW and my quest for biblical knowledge....

Well now. If you don't like it when someone derails an already derailed thread, then don't derail it in the first place. For, it just makes you look stupid...

Derail a thread? That has been, perhaps, my biggest beef here the whole time! Please Rascal, don't go there! This thread has been SO derailed it is amazing! If this thread had been titled "Rape, Sexual Abuse, and Destroyed Lives In The Way", I would have left the whole thing alone. But, y'all came in here and literally changed the whole thing. And THAT is why I got so bone headed and hacked off back there around page 11 or so, ro whenever it was...

Okay, I'll never mind. But, I do think we were on the same page there for a moment. Hah! Is anybody here at the GSCafe an alcoholic? Just wondering...

I did. But you are just way too fast Dooj!

Jean sweety? Now, if that doesn't sound "catty", I don't know what does. Come on Rascal, you can do better than that...

It sounds pretty dang touchy feely to me, but I'm game. If you'll have me...

Hi Eyes!

"Millions now smoking....."

And so now I and my son are sexual predators. Wow. That's quite a stretch. My son makes the statement comncerning people being hurt over twenty years ago by a man who is now dead by saying; "Only a fool goes into the future backwards", and now we are both sexual predators. Wow. Even if you don't like that statement, your conclusion is preposterous. I'm done with you too. And, I guess this thread is as derailed as any I have ever seen. Even more so.

Yup, and proud of it it you weenie.

What ever DMiller...

"Only a FOOL walks into the future backwards". Keanu Lingo-after I told him of this thread You guys are serious LOSERS...

Nice Catcup! I'll bet Paw would throw me out for that one, but not you! Enjoy your celebrity you Victim you! Hahaha!

Body, Soul and Spirit. Now that's a dandy! I really loved the way VP showed from the Scripture how God made us a three part being. Well, three part if we ended up getting born again and filled with God's holy spirit that is. I mean, that totally blessed my life! Yeah, there were some real gems in that class...