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I hope you find your peace one day Excathedra, I really do. Peace out. JL

It's okay Excathedra. You can say anything around here to me that you want to, and you'll get a pass. But I won't get a pass no doubt.

Go ahead and wallow in your misery Excathedra. It's yours, you own it. Enjoy it I guess. No doubt there will always be people here to (((hug))) you here for your bravery to tell your story and be the queen victim of the GSCafe. Edited to add: "Barf....."

Yes, and I am so sorry Excathedra. It was rude and disgusting. I am Sorry it happened, and I hope that it can be something that withers into the past and hurts you no more, really...

I am only being a stick in the mud about the title and purpose of this particular thread, which has been so de-railed that it is un-bee-lee-va-bull. I didn't even question the authenticity of the accusations as White Dove did, but have acknowledge the alleged crimes. Even if VP lured the girls to his bed via a (non existent) sexual magnetism (which evidently was not the case), it was wrong. No minister should ever do that. I have already said that in numerous ways here. But, the desire to pounce on anything positive in PFAL and The Way Ministry is to me, very rude when it is something I have answered to in a thread that asks it. And, it seems as if it is many of the same people I met here when I first came to the GSCafe roughly three years ago. And those same people are still as angry and as injured by all of this as they were the day I "walked" into this cyber place. Seems to me that the ones who are actually dead and gone are still "striking out from the grave" and hurting those whom they hurt in the original incident/s all over again. Day to day to day. Thread by nasty little thread. Seems to me that I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. Why would anybody? I used to carry bitterness towards a particular AK limb leader (GK) for years and years. Finally, my wife, when I began to launch into the same old tirade about what an a-hole that guy was and how he'd done me dirty, she stopped me and said; "Hey. You have to stop this. That guy has moved on and probably has no idea you are here 4500 miles away from him, ranting about what a jerk he is and how evil he was then. I think you need to forgive him and move on. In essence: "Fuggedaboudit". And so, I thought; "Yeah, no kiddin. You are right. And so we held hands and I asked God to forgive the guy, and I forgave the guy, and I asked God to forgive me for hanging on to the bitterness for all those years, and I thanked Him for my wife and for her loving me enough to speak the Truth to me like that. For helping me into doing what Jesus asked us to do. And so, I have mentioned more than a few things that I enjoyed in PFAL, things I still believe and am thankful to have learned in that class, which WAS what this thread was about. And I am thankful to have learned of others here who feel the same way. I am disappointed in the derailment of the thread though, and sad to see those who just can't stay away from hurting someone else's positive experiences.

"To whom it is written" has always been a favorite part of PFAL for me. For instance, Romans 3:20 This, written to the Church of the One Body to which we Christians belong to today, seems to be in direct contrast to being made righteous by observing the Passover and commandments given in the Old Testament, for instance. What a pleasant and heart warming truth to know. Thankful to know that I do not need to take a cute little lamby and kill it, and then go through all of the ritual prescribed to those who were under the Law. We have been justified once and for all through the Lamb. I know they are MEN, "thedra". So what?

No kiddin. Man, that's a doozy! And just before I ever went to twig, I'd met these people who called themselves "The Forever Family". A nice name for some Christian people I'spose. But, when they asked me to come to their fellowship or whatever, they told me that when I got there, they would have me lie down on the floor and begin confessing all my sins in order to become saved. And when they felt that I had confessed all of my sins (confess 'em all? I couldn't remember 'em all!), they would then (all of them) lay their hands on me and pray for God to save me through Jesus Christ. And, they went on to say, after I asked them; "What next?", that I could live with them and lead a pure Christian life so that I could "stay saved". And so, I couldn't agree more with the above quote regarding something I learned in PFAL which I still believe to this day... And don't worry White Dove, I know how easy it is to get tangled up with that bunch...

Pardon the interruption: This thread has been high jacked by the Usual Suspects. Be advised: there will be no return to the previously scheduled topic

I also thought it way cool that poeple, including myself, could recite all of the books of the Bible by the end of the class. And, that is still a big help to this day. It was an amazing thing to me that so many people could get excited enough about the Bible to have been able to sit through three weeks of that, giving their evening's attention to Biblical study.

I would never say that.

I know. That same big brother of mine died around two years ago.

I'd do the funeral.

"Oh shut up?" Nice...

I think that one of the other wonderful things that I learned in PFAL is that it is NEVER God's will for us as His children to be sick or to be killed. I can't count the times when my own dear sweet Mother would say things like; I guess we just have to accept God's will on this thing, like when someone was deathly ill or something. In fact, when my big brother Miles was called up as #31 (March 17th-St Paddy's Day) for the draft during that "draft lottery" (was that 1970?), when he went for his physical, dutifully ready to serve his country in Viet Nam, the doctors discovered that he had cancer. And so, they operated and pulled a fist sized tumor out from behind his left shoulder blade. And the prognosis was that regardless of the fact that they had "cut the cancer out" (I don't think he did chemo or radiation therapy), that he had at most, eight months to live. And I remember my Mom telling me that it was God's will and that for some reason He was "calling Miles home to heaven", and that we just had to accept it. Miles was nineteen, and I was twelve, and I remember standing at his bedside in post op telling him that I was sorry that he was going to die (real tactful little brother!), and Miles just said; "Naa, I'm not gonna die Kev". And I told him that Mom said that it was God's will, and Miles said; "Yeah? She said that? "Well, he went on; "I don't care if it's God's will or not! I'm not gonna die! He can't have me cause I'm not ready to die! I'm gonna live!" He reached up and touched my arm when he said that, bless him. Well, just so happens that it is not our Heavenly Father's will that we get sick and die, and my brother's belief happened to coincide with God's will. And his cancer never came back, ever, thank the Lord. And when I learned that in PFAL, that "God is light and in Him is no darkness at all", and that He wills that we "prosper and be in health", so many pieces fit together for me, it was like sunesis city man! Yeah! Yeah, I am really thankful for that part of PFAL... And so, according to the actual purpose of this thread, that is something that I liked in the class and still believe, and, I LIKE IT, LOVE IT, YES I DO!!

I'm not a VP defender, so I guess I can't help you out there Tom.

In first grade, I had a teacher by the name of Mrs. Storm. She taught me how to read, and my reading abilities flourished under her teaching. It started me off into the wonderful world oof literature. But, she was a wicked woman. One time, five of us signed our name on the chalk board so we could go to the bathroom, a new thing Mrs. Storm said we first graders could do. But only one of us really needed to go to the bathroom, and that was Dicky Seegmiller. The rest of us wanted to get out of class and just goof off. Dicky, meanwhile, was sitting on the pot taking a dump. All of the sudden, Mrs. Storm burst into the bathroom, headed straight to the stall where Dicky was and slammed the door opened, grabbed Dicky off the pot, and with his pants and underwear to his ankles, dragged him out into the hallway. We four followed. The rest of the class had come out into the hallway to watch. And there, in front of the entire class, girls included of course, Mrs. Storm proceeded to shake Dicky by the shoulders until his head flopped. (In fact, I had been the recipient of her vicious shaking many a time, with her bloody finger nail marks in my shoulders). And Dicky was sobbing. And everybody saw him in his embarrassed nakedness. And then after screaming at him for wasting time in the bathroom, she just dumped him on the floor and stomped back into the classroom. All of us were aghast. And Dicky lay srumpled on the floor sobbing. Me and my friends helped him up and told him to pull his pants up, and we took him back to class. As it turns out, by sixth grade, Dicky was a real mess. Maybe that incident started the ruination of his life. I don't know. And so, I guess I will never use my reading skills again because I learned them from Mrs. Storm.

Rascal said: Yes you do. It is evident. Whenever anyone says anything nice about TWI, you jump in and start your whole thing about raped women, destroyed lives, etc. Just look at this whole thread. And if you deny that, then you are not an honest person. This thread is about "A few big things I learned in PFAL" and do I still believe them?" But now, it has turned into a big "rape case, VP and his evil minions brouhaha, etc ". But, that is your mission I suppose, which is your prerogative I guess. But it is too bad the thread has been so badly derailed. Ya know, when I see a thread entitled something like "Destroyed Lives by TWI" (a fictitious title-I can't remember any exact titles with similar content), I don't even go there (for I have read it all before, years ago now), or, if I do read the thread, I read through it, but I don't try and de-rail it, because I know that those are sensitive issues, particularly amongst those who were hurt. But when someone starts a relatively benign thread, here comes the usual gang to derail it as fast as they can. It gets mighty tiresome. But I suppose that for the usual gang, it's their mission, and other's feelings and view points be damned. And so, something that was a big blessing to me in PFAL was that I learned that I could be born again of God's spirit, and that I had sonship with my Heavenly Father, and that this was something that the World could never take away. That I was saved by Grace and not by works. Now that was so contrary to the modern Christianity that I had been exposed to that it was a total and completely wonderful breath of fresh air which is The Truth. Man I loved that when I first learned that in PFAL. And I still believe it.

"Welcome" to the Hood I guess. And, that sitewith my dog picture and the wolf is at my Myspace place, and I guess you can't access it without my password. I tried to just post the picture by doing the "insert image" thing here where we type up posts at GS, but it never works for me. Plus, I don't understand why you couldn't just go to my Myspace place, because My Myspace place is "open" for anyone to go to, unlike my fifteen year old son's Myspace place and that of my twenty year old son's Myspace place. So, sorry, but I guess I can't post the pic. I do have the pics somewhere else in my computer, but I couldn't begin to figure out how to post them here. Such a shame to have a computer that can do a million things, but I only know how to make it do about thirty things. And Bumpy, so sorry about your dog man, really.

Wow Eyes Open, that was pretty funny! Well now, my first Twig was a blast. We were almost always packed and the teachings were good and simple. People got born again, got healed of sicknesses, and life was grand! And a funny thing. As soon as Twig was over, almost everyone would "light up". Yup, almost all of us kids smoked cigs. And, there would always be a big tea kettle on so that we could all get our "instant coffee". Now, what was up with that? We NEVER brewed good coffe back in dem days! We just happily drank that nasty Folgers crystals, or whatever. Shoot, our Twigs in Maryland with that bunch of WOWs was grand, back in 75/76. One time, my friend's cousin from Michigan came, and after Twig, she asked me and Steve (her cousin); "What are the "manifications?" And so, we told her what speaking in tongues was about, and she said; Oh! So cool!" Then, she went to the bathroom, and when she came out, she was crying tears of joy, and proceeded to say; "I did it! I spoke in tongues! God filled me with holy spirit! Thank you guys thank you! Oh God I am sooo blessed!" And we all got choked up and praised God for His love and deliverance. Yeah, that was one sweet Twig fellowship, no doubt...

Bravo Suda! Bravo!

I read it. Sad story. VP was a very bad man to do things like that. As bad as David for murdering Uriah and shagging hid wife, in my opinion.Too bad "M", or whoever that is didn't have the guts to walk away that first time like my wife did when Craig tried the same s h it on her. I still liked PFAL, and am thankful for having the privilege to have been able to sit through it. Another thing I liked in the class the eighth session in it's entirety. "Now the we are Ambassadors for Christ"! Yeah! Certainly a different point of view than the emaciated Christian thing that I had been used to hearing about...

Well, you say that there doesn't seem to be any guidelines, but: "And all things whatsoever you shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive..." Matt 21:22 "Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive [them], and ye shall have [them]. Mark 11:24 I just can't see how there would be a clearer guideline that that, and straight from the Master Believer himself, Jesus The Christ. Maybe the problem is that sometimes it doesn't "seem fair" that some prayers are answered and others not. All I can say is that if there is a problem between the one making the request (the human), and the One who says that He will answer the prayer if believing is supplied, I am willing to bet on the human being the one who is in error, and not God or His Word. And that is how I have always gone with it, and I have had no problems with Jesus' edicts concerning how to pray and to pray for "things". But, if one is not a Christian, or is no longer a Christian, this whole biblical point of view is moot to those in that category. But, I am a Christian believer, I believe in the Bible as God's Word, and, I love to tell this story, of Jesus an his love...

We had a beautiful German Wire Haired Pointer (GWP) pup disappear from us awhile back. Broke our hearts at the time, my wife's in particular. Later after the dog was disappeared, a man called and tells us that he'd found our dog, and was responding to an internet notice about him that we'd placed through out various Northwest US websites. Turns out, the guy had "Salty" at his home down in San Francisco (SF), but that when he found him when touring Alaska north of where we lived, he (Salty) had sustained a broken leg somehow. But, being the animal lovers that they were, they traveled on to Anchorage, got him fixed up with surgery at the vet, then flew home with him to SF. When they called us, my wife fielded the call, and, when I heard her weeping tears of joy, stood near to listen. We were so thankful that Salty Dawg had been found! But then, the guy went on to say that the vet bill was fifteen hundred dollars, and that it would cost him five hundred dollars to put him on a plane to us, and could we please just give him our credit card number?. At this, my wife, pricked with suspicion, told him that she would talk with her husband, and that she would call him back. She got his phone number, said goodbye, and then my wife and I reviewed the conversation. And, we concluded that it was a scam, completely and totally. And so, my wife called the number back, and after a few pointed questions, the guy said abruptly that he had to go, and hung up. We then traced the number, and the location of the phone turned out to be a pay phone at the SF International Airport! What a piece of dang! We called the SF cops, and they told us that there really wasn't much they could do about it, which we figured. And then my wife, who had finally stopped weeping after the first week of our loss, went into another nose dive, and I prayed to God that He would hurt that bastard some how. I know, it was a wrong headed prayer, but I was so angry and felt so violated, that I prayed it anyway. Unfortunately, we had no micro chip implanted into him. The micro chip proves who the original owner of a dog is, and a call is made to see if there had been any disappearance or foul play involved with the dog. We are pretty sure that Salty was stolen as we reviewed the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. So sad... And, Salty Dawg never did come home. Now we have "Jake, another GWP, who is wonderful. Getting a new pup helps. Funny thing is, we got Jake from a woman who owned him and lived in an apartment in San Francisco! Jake was an apartment dog, who never got to run! But, that's why the gal wanted to find Jake a home, and now he gets to run like the wind and he also gets to dance with the wolves... http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?...imageID=7704658 Sure wish I could just post the picture and not just the link...

But, I don't think there was much commercial activity up here at the time the guy came up here with the rig. Supposedly it had to do with the guy being able to "stake a claim" before the Big Oil people did. But, he blew his assignment, and payed for it with not an arm, but a leg...

I remember giving that Heart issue to a gay dude who kept making passes at me at this bar where I played harmonica. I had always been polite to "Maury", but when he told me not to"bend over too far" when I was at the urinal in the men's room as he pased behind me, I decided to give him that Heart paper. He seemed to hate me for it afterwards, but at least he never made an advance ever again. So, at least it was good for warding off that gay boy! "Wards off evil spirits!"