J0nny Ling0

Hey there Ted! It's me, "Buck", aka Jonny Lingo, the guy in Alaska who plays harmonicas... And I would love to hear any of your tunes again. I am wondering, do you have anything with "There Are Many Roads (That Lead To Chicago)" on it? That song holds a special place in my heart. When I was a WOW in Los Angeles in 1976, I met this really messed up family (Mom was a drunk, on welfare, no Dad, the older of her five kids kids half criminal, etc), and one of the little girls, a nine year old named Margaret, became my little pal and loved to come to fellowship. She'd come over all the time after her school, and listen to my tapes of believer music, and her very favorite song was "Many Roads" by Ted Farrell. And when she wasn't listening to songs on the tape deck, she would often be heard singing the only words to the song that seemed to stick in her head. She'd sing over and over and right on pitch in her sweet little girl voice; "....lead to Chicago....." And she'd sing it over and over. Her Mom said she sang it at home, and at school, and in the car. It was her interest in God's Word and the changes in her life that turned that whole family around, and Momma got with the program of being a Momma again. Totally touches my heart when I think of that song and that family. Yeah, great memories, huh? Her Mom actually let me take Margeret and her 14 year old sister Mary to the Rock in '77, and they had a blast... Anyway, I'll e-mail you my address, and anything you'd like to send would be a blessing. And I too would be more than happy to pay for it... Have a great day down there in where? Omaha? God bless, "Jonny"

What's the name of that song?

**** Bob, it wasn't you, it was me who brought all of that up, and then you went and found him. Sorry 'bout that CW, really. I hope you got my private topics message. Well girl, just relax and remember that One Day the Supreme Judge will take care of all who have lifted a finger towards the Little Ones. And that "it would be better for them to have a mill stone about their neck and be cast into the sea than to deal with God's coming wrath...." Or however it was that Jesus put it. "Sweet Jesus", now, he's got some real fire about him, don't he? It ain't gonna be too nice for those scumbags.. .

Aww, that's okay Cool. From what I know of you, you are fine person, and an Alaskan! Now when it comes to smoking, I prefer to smoke Sockeye! Yeah baby yeah! Hey Cool Waters, check your PT's, I want to run something by you... Jonny

Hey, there's another Ex Way guy who did time as a pedophile, and his rap sheet has a large number of accounts of 3d, 2nd, and 1st degree sexual assaults on children. His name is Richard Urqhart. Maybe I can post the URL address here, and somebody else can post his pic here. I have no problem with naming his name or posting his pic. He should never have gotten out of jail in my not so humble opinion: http: //www.dps.state.ak.us/nsorcr/asp/offender.asp?LOOKUP_KEY= 1556002&FORM_TYPE=all&SEARCH_TYPE= Cool Waters knows this story better than I, for it happened during the year right after I left the state of Alaska, and CW was in Anchorage when it happened, right under the lc's nose. But this piece of polar bear **** actually molested the believer's children while he was running the Children's Fellowship! Oh well, looks like I failed to post the URL correctly. But if you do a google on Alaska Sex Offender Registry and look up Richard Urqhart, you'll find his sick mug under the "U's"

I am sorry that he died of that terrible disease which also claimed my father's life. I never did like him much though as an anchorman. Too much of a Lefty for me. But, Rest In Peace Mr. Jennings, and may God bless and comfort those of yours whom you left behind...

You like guys?

Awesome...

Jewel! What a wonderful story, or, should I say "historical record of God's goodness!" You said; Well it would certainly be a blessing to read your WOW brother's corroboration of this story (for I am sure it would be fun reading), but, no need! I believe you! So nice that God found your Dad for you so easily. That is so cool; "Uh, well, yeah, as a matter of fact, your Dad is my best friend...Here's his number..." Whoaa! Sounds just like our Heavenly Father, to care of your desire to find your Dad. Ephesians 3:20 is real, I tell ya! But...you know that... :)-->

And, at the Antich Baptist Church, in Summerville, Mississippi, on the marquis where there was no "official message", it read in bright red lipstick; "If yer through with sin, c'mon in! (An' if yer not, call 325-6969!!")

And just like you, I have seen God supply, before I have asked. But for some reason, in His Word, He has told us to ask. As Jesus said; "Ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you..." I know that in my own life, I forhet to ask when things aren't working out and am getting frustrated, but then remember I those words, and then ask. I think God operates both ways:Supplies before we ask, but reminds us to ask when forgetting to expect His help to be forthcoming...

So, you are a Texan Thomas Strange?

Nice story GC!! Yeah, that was The Faddah, no doubt aboout it... :)-->

That's not a bad or irreverent question. I think it's a good one. I guess it seems to me that maybe He wants to a part of our lives and maybe He enjoys it when we approach Him for stuff. Maybe kinda like when I am glad as a Dad when my kids ask me for things and then I get to say "Yeah, here ya go, enjoy!" And then they are happy with Dad and the relationship is further enriched. I do know that when I know that God has answered a prayer, I am further humbled and enthralled that the Almighty God, the Most Awesome One, actually cares about little bitty old me, a "most times moron" who usually blindly gropes along through life. So, I think that the answer to your question is that it further enhances and personalizes the relationship between God and us humans. It also bolsters my confidence in Him, and helps me to trust that Life will continue to to be safe for me and my family. And it also inspires me to tell others of His goodness....

Darnell? Do you mean Big Daddy Bob? And his lovely wife C*nstance?

Well happy aniversary to you! I was at the 10th Corps weddings as best man for J*m Sch*tmy*r and D*ann* M**nc*tch. Unfortunately, they are no longer hitched. But to all of you who are still married from that day on, God bless!

HCW, I remember Andre' telling that story to us at our Tenth Corps bachelor party, and it was too funny! We were down in the "Firkin Lounge", drinking our two beers apiece, and we were all supposed to be telling "fishing stories" which was supposed to be "what guys do" at bachelor parties (yeah right! I think this was R*ss Tr*cy's idea), but it really was way fun. Anyway, Andre' gets up and we were all excited because we thought that he was going to tell some fishing story about catching some weird and huge fish from the Congo River or something. But then, with his huge smile, he launches in to the story about "dis great beeg peeg!" And we all laughed to tears as he told it with such glee. And we were all blown away by how they believed God to raise it from the dead. I swear, those guys taught me more about God by their simplicity in their believing. As I learned of their daily lives in Kinshasa, it was like a "reproof" because they were so not into material things. I remember that one of them told me that their greatest joy was not the things that they received from God when they prayed, but that "God Himself would actually love us enough to even listen to us!" Yeah, I relly loved those guys too. I was bummed when I learned of Andre's falling asleep. But, we'll see him again by golly! And thanks HC, for reminding me of the "Great Beeg Peeg story!" Zakamuka!

I thought it might be fun to read some stories about answered prayers when others of us were WOWs. My WOW year was rough at times, but there really was some great times as well. I posted this story over at the Harry Potter thread, but it really was a de-rail, so I thought I'd post it here, and welcome others to do the same concerning answered prayers when you were a WOW... Here's mine: Ok. When I was a WOW in South Central Los Angeles in 76/77, my VW fastback broke down. This was the only car our WOW fam had. I was really bummed because it was the trans axle (VW word for transmission), and how could a WOW in LA move the Word without a car, I thought. At least we needed it to go to the beach for "beach outreach" which translated meant looking at the girls in bikinis... ;)--> Anyway, one day, while working on the damned thing and trying to fix it, I got frustrated and threw down my wrench down and crawled out from under the car. I wiped what grease I could from my hands and stormed into our apartment. Only my two WOW sistahs were home, and they saw the serious look on my face. The family coordinator, Kathy V*issem, looked at me and said; "What?" And I said; "We are gonna pray. Let's hold hands". They looked at me like I was nuts because my hands were greasy, but they went along with it. And I prayed to God that someone would GIVE me a car, that my VW was a piece of sh it, and if Sc*tt Fa*st could put an ad in the paper that said; "Fellowship leader needs car, please call" and then someone answered the ad and gave him a car,, then surely God, you could send someone to give me a car too. And then I went back outside to clean up my tools and come back in for a shower. The very next day, I was out talking to people in Centinela Park and inviting them to Twig. That is when I met Vernon Patterson Brown III. Vernon was a young black man from a really screwed up family. He lived over in Watts, and he had just split up with his wife. I invited him to twig. I told him that I couldn't pick him up, but he said no problem, he'd take the bus. And so, he came. I taught about Jesus Christ, and Romans 10:9. and how as Sons of God, we had access to God's throne of grace to ask for help in time of need. He was very happy to have come to our fellowship, and was not the least bit bothered by my WOW bro who constantly picked at his bare feet toe nails with devious intensity through out the entire fellowship Roll Eyes After the meeting part was over, and we all were talking over coffee, the subject of cars came up. He asked me what kind of car I drove. I told him that it was a 1966 VW fastback, but that it wasn't running at the moment. Then he said (and I .... you not) with his inner city African American dialect; "Well, I have a car, and if you want, you can have it." And I, dumbfounded, looked at him and said; "What did you say Vernon?" as my WOW sistahs and brother looked at him with jaws dropped. And he says; "Well, I have a car, and it ain't dat bad, and actually it's pretty good, but really, I don't want to keep it because what I really want is a Corvair, and besides dat, my Momma wants that car to give to her boyfriend, and he da same age as me!" And there was fire in his eyes at the mention of his Momma's boyfriend. And so, with extreme excitement bubbling just below the surface, as calmly as I could, I asked; "What kind of car is it Vernon?" And he said again; "Well, it ain't dat good, but really it's really nice! And Jonny, it's yours if you want it." And so I said; Why thank you Vernon. And so, what is it?" And with a grin, he says; "Well, it's a 1967 Buick Wildcat with a 430 cubic inch engine with a four barrel carburetor. It has dual exhaust and new whitewall tires. It has 'lectric seats and 'lectric windows. It has a nice air conditioning system and a good stereo. And one other thing Jonny, it's gold. Painted gold, and it's yours if you want to have it.. Well, I was dumbfounded. I was so amazed that I didn't know what to say. I just sat there like a duck. But then he produced the key to all of our amazement, and, gave it to me as he thanked me for our fellowship which helped him so much during his time of need. The next day, I picked up the car over in Watts, and later, me, Vernon, my WOW family, and the other four WOWs piled on in and we went for a cruise down Hollywood Blvd, and Sunset Strip feeling like Brothers and Sisters of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords! I swear to God it happened as I just told it, and it was beautiful man, just beautiful... To me, it was Ephesians 3:20 personified... :)-->

Ahhh, and I'd sail the Seven Seas with you too Tom Strange! We could cross the Equator and become "Shellbacks" together, and kiss King Neptunes belly!!!

Oh, and Strange Tom, concerning sheetrock. I just finished up a union job hangin lots of rock on a middle school remodel. And this Monday, I and going to start a new job with the Union company I work for, hanging 1000 sheets of twelve foot 5/8's inch thick (the heavy commercial stuff) rock. This will last 2 and a half months. Be careful what you wish for! You could get healed or something, and some ace sheetrocker might come along and ask you for some help!! But really I am getting tired of it. I am forty eight, and have been doing this on and off since '77. After awhile I will quit it and go and catch another ship. Maybe this time to the Far East...

Karmic, you said; And now, I just gotta tell you this. This really happened, and I don't think it was a magic spell. Please take a moment to read this. Ok. When I was a WOW in South Central Los Angeles in 76/77, my VW fastback broke down. This was the only car our WOW fam had. I was really bummed because it was the trans axle (VW word for transmission), and how could a WOW in LA move the Word without a car, I thought. At least we needed it to go to the beach for "beach outreach" which translated meant looking at the girls in bikinis... Anyway, one day, while working on the damned thing and trying to fix it, I got frustrated and threw down my wrench down and crawled out from under the car. I wiped what grease I could from my hands and stormed into our apartment. Only my two WOW sistahs were home, and they saw the serious look on my face. The family coordinator, Kathy V*issem, looked at me and said; "What?" And I said; "We are gonna pray. Let's hold hands". They looked at me like I was nuts because my hands were greasy, but they went along with it. And I prayed to God that someone would GIVE me a car, that my VW was a piece of sh it, and if Sc*tt Fa*st could put an ad in the paper that said; "Fellowship leader needs car, please call" and then someone answered the ad and gave him a car,, then surely God, you could send someone to give me a car too. And then I went back outside to clean up my tools and come back in for a shower. The very next day, I was out talking to people in Centinela Park and inviting them to Twig. That is when I met Vernon Patterson Brown III. Vernon was a young black man from a really screwed up family. He lived over in Watts, and he had just split up with his wife. I invited him to twig. I told him that I couldn't pick him up, but he said no problem, he'd take the bus. And so, he came. I taught about Jesus Christ, and Romans 10:9. and how as Sons of God, we had access to God's throne of grace to ask for help in time of need. He was very happy to have come to our fellowship, and was not the least bit bothered by my WOW bro who constantly picked at his bare feet toe nails with devious intensity through out the entire fellowship --> After the meeting part was over, and we all were talking over coffee, the subject of cars came up. He asked me what kind of car I drove. I told him that it was a 1966 VW fastback, but that it wasn't running at the moment. Then he said (and I .... you not) with his inner city African American dialect; "Well, I have a car, and if you want, you can have it." And I, dumbfounded, looked at him and said; "What did you say Vernon?" as my WOW sistahs and brother looked at him with jaws dropped. And he says; "Well, I have a car, and it ain't dat bad, and actually it's pretty good, but really, I don't want to keep it because what I really want is a Corvair, and besides dat, my Momma wants that car to give to her boyfriend, and he da same age as me!" And there was fire in his eyes at the mention of his Momma's boyfriend. And so, with extreme excitement bubbling just below the surface, as calmly as I could, I asked; "What kind of car is it Vernon?" And he said again; "Well, it ain't dat good, but really it's really nice! And Jonny, it's yours if you want it." And so I said; Why thank you Vernon. And so, what is it?" And with a grin, he says; "Well, it's a 1967 Buick Wildcat with a 430 cubic inch engine with a four barrel carburetor. It has dual exhaust and new whitewall tires. It has 'lectric seats and 'lectric windows. It has a nice air conditioning system and a good stereo. And one other thing Jonny, it's gold. Painted gold, and it's yours if you want to have it.. Well, I was dumbfounded. I was so amazed that I didn't know what to say. I just sat there like a duck. But then he produced the key to all of our amazement, and, gave it to me as he thanked me for our fellowship which helped him so much during his time of need. The next day, I picked up the car over in Watts, and later, me, Vernon, my WOW family, and the other four WOWs piled on in and we went for a cruise down Hollywood Blvd, and Sunset Strip feeling like Brothers of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords! I swear to God it happened as I just told it, and it was beautiful man, just beautiful... Was it magic? Naww! To me, it was Ephesians 3:20 personified... :)-->

You are exactly right my Strange friend Tom. Yet you will notice that when I posted my opinion about the Harry Potter books, that I left out any Biblical opinion until later. I started out stating my beliefs about "trendy-ism", and how since I was a little kid in fifth grade, I thought it weird and "lemming like" when all of the kids were reading The Hobbit. And, that was my belief at that time, and that this belief of mine has continued throughout my life, even throughout and well past my "TWI Years". Ok, I confess, I said that I never wanted to stand in line with a bunch of "Spock ear wearing Star Trek droolers", which could in fact be offensive. But, from this non Biblical perspective, this is my stated belief. I actually do believe that it is ridiculous the way people jump on these media promoted bandwagons, and this includes the rush to Harry Potter books, and that is my belief. I mean, geez, the people in the little town of Haines Alaska, where we just moved from had a "Harry Potter Day" at the Public Library, and all of the local witches (and I mean that literally) showed up with their brooms and witch costumes to have a "great time" with the local kids fer gawds sake! Well, I gotta go to work now. Another ten hours of hanging sheetrock. Uggh! Now, how did I get into the belief that hanging sheetrock is a good thing? Well for now, it does pay the bills.... What do you do for money Tom?

Ya know, I don't know how one cannot be offensive to some degree (note the words to some degree) when one posts his or her opinion which will undoubtedly be in diret contrast to someone else's opinion. Let's take an arbitrary subject for instance, a subject from the Bible if I may: When it comes to how a person may obtain eternal life, the Bible is very clear, and I will quote Jesus his ownself. He said; "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes unto the father but by the son". The scripture also says, and I will have to paraphrase this for I don't have it memorized completely, nor do I know what where it is, but the Bible says in reference to Jesus Christ that; "There is no name under heaven by which man can be saved other than the name of Jesus Christ". Now, if a person has started a thread on "How Must I Be Saved?", and people of varying faiths including Christians, Jews, Islamis, Atheists, and Humanists post their beliefs, this particular Christian doctrine is going to offend many many people in the discussion, no matter how it is stated. (How's that for a run on sentance? Haha!) I mean, come on, Jewish doctrine rejects Christ as the Messiah and are still waiting for one. Islamis believe that Mohammed is God's Prophet, and not Jesus Christ. Atheists don't believe in God at all, and humanists believe (I guess among other things) that, "It's all good.." as long as you are "nice". And man, I can hear the arguments now! "Just who in the hell are you to tell me if I am going to have eternal life or not! You Christians are sooo judgemental! Your way is the only way to God? What crap!" I don't know how this could be said without offending someone, even if it is said nicely and with sugar on top. And so, if a person draws on the scriptures' edicts concerning staying away from sorcery (and there are many within the scriptures), and decides that these Harry Potter books tend to paint sorcery as a "neat thing", a "harmless thing", then his or her Biblical opinion is flat out going to offend someone who believes that the books are harmless. Simply put, no matter how you say it, one person's stated beliefs, if in direct contrast to another persons' stated beliefs is the same as saying; "You believe the wrong thing, and therefore you are wrong". And that is just plain going to be offensive and could be considered insulting. I think that if we are to post here at this forum, then we need to be responsible enough to accept the fact that others' beliefs are going to be in contrast with our own at times, and just accept that fact with a "thicker skin..."

Excellent!!

Hand shaken, and thanks. The bass/pike/trout expedition sounds great. And, if you ever make it to Juneau, the wife and I will take you on a Salmon/Halibut expedition. Take care and you too have agreat day!