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Very cool ChasU, But I have a question, are you saying that your baby is twice the size of her same aged baby because of "formula"? My four kids were all big and healthy as babies, but were all raised on mothers milk, and later switched to fresh goats milk at 12 to 15 months. Really, I am just curious. Is there some sort of "common knowledge" that "formula babies" are bigger and healthier than "Mama's milk babies"? Curious in Alaska... :)-->

Oh, why thank you Oldies, Steve! But I think I'll pass. I'm not that smart when it comes to all of that. Just reading your instructions seemed a bit hazy...But thanks!

Look, I just want to put it on record, that I do not "hate homosexuals". I have a few women friends who are gay chicks, and I get along with them just fine. I drink beer with 'em and play pool with them, and our son plays with the son of one of them. I don't preach at 'em, I don't tell them they are going to hell. At one time one of the gals asked me of my opinion of the gay thing, and carefully, I told her that I believed in the Bible, and that the Bible doesn't support such a lifestyle, and; "Should I go on?" I asked. And she said yes. I told her that God loved her as much as He does me or anyone else, but that I believe that God says "No" to this lifestyle because He knows that it is not good for the participant, and etc. That His clearly saying "No" to it in the Bible was like a "stop sign" designed to protect the sojourner. I also told her that I wouldn't try to change her opinion, but if she had serious questions about the Bible's opinion of it all, I would be glad to provide it to her in an uncondemning, yet straightforward manner. To this she said "thanks but no thanks", And I said "fine". I have far more respect for her than a good number of my co-workers. I just do not agree with that aspect of her life.

LG You said; Well, it stands to reason that if the concept of homosexuality being un-natural comes from God, and was being quoted as something God has said, and what He thinks of this lifestyle, than to say that the concept which came from God is "silly", that that is to say that "God is silly", for He said a "silly thing". This getting really, well, silly! :)-->

Me too.. And Oldies, You always doo that! How'd you git them Jraffs on yer post like that?!

If God wants to be "silly", then this is fine with me. I think He may have been being sorta silly when he invented giraffes, hippopotamuses and platypusses, or the neat little mating dance that whooping cranes do :)-->

Ok, so G_d is silly...

My oh my! 237 pages! It's an amazing thing... And thanks Iga tout for the update on the MacMillian brothers. Wow, triplette 13 year old girls! Too much trouble for one dad! :)--> And hey there Fellowsipper! How is springtime in eastern OK? And how's yer dam job? Are the snakes out? Well, if you ever sit back and have a "cold one" as you used to like to say, just remember your old friend up here in Alaska...Love you bro...

LKR! How come you look just like Ex10?! And, Jim Doop did post here at the GS Cafe forums somewhere, and he spoke of a book that he wrote or was writing about his time in The Way, and with VPW. Has anybody learned any more about his book?

First time offenders who rape or murder someone should be killed outright provided there is undeniable proof of their guilt. The "rock pile" for life for molesters who didn't "penetrate" or kill. This way there would be no possible way that they could repeat. The little girl in Florida would still be alive if this were so. So would the sweet college gal in North Dakota. So would the little girl in California, after whom they made a new law. And on and on and on. Kill them. Destroy the vessel.

Someone said; And I think that this is accurate and very reasonable. We can easily love people with whom we do not agree...

"Buggery" is more risky than male/female copulation because of the common occurrance of ruptured capillaries, wherein the blood can pass from human to human freely. Kinda gross to me, really. But since this practice is more prevalent amongst homosexual males than it is amongst hetero sexual couples, it seems that they are more "at risk". That's the reason I said it, which has it's validation, as Trefor Haywood once agreed on another "raucous" gay debate thread not long ago. I think it was the "homosexual marriage in Massachussetts" thread back when Mass was in the limelight over it. I also used the phrase as a humorous quote from "Doctor Evil" in Austin Powers, when Dr. Evil was talking of his "evil childhood", and how his father had a "penchant for..." But really, only properly collected statistics could prove the "lower average life span theory", but I do agree with JBarrax that it is a riskier lifestyle than the hetero lifestyle. Personally, I am glad my kids are straight...

Would it be fair to say that frisky "risky" homosexuals have a lower life expectancy than frisky "risky" heterosexuals? I do believe that homo sex is riskier than hetero sex, due to the penchant for buggery...

The principal should have given her the "board of education" (a paddling on her little derrier'), And then her parents should have taken her home and really whailed on her!

Ex 10, Did you ever consider my post?

Jbarrax said; Ya know, I agree with this. Many Christian people actually believe that the Bible is God's will for man. And this "will for man" contains edicts that are contrary to the "gay doctrine" that being gay is natural, and that "one is born that way". Therefore, it is only logical that one who believes that the Bible is The Word of God, would take offense to the current "cultural push" that being gay is natural, and that is should be embraced by all in the name of Tolerance and Diversity. For instance: My son's highschool, Juneau Douglas High, has a particularly large amount of gay girls attending. Juneau, Alaska is well known for a large population of lesbians btw. Now, my son Kianu, 18, knows numerous gay chicks, and hangs with them on many an occasion (within his circle of friends), and treats them respectfully. He does not agree with their lifestyle, but he is kind but prefers not to discuss the "gay issue" with them, because he knows that it will end in a disagreement. He disagrees with the lifestyle because of his biblical beliefs. But he is no "perfect Christian" himself, engages in partying at times, and as far as I can tell is fairly sexually active. He's eighteen and handsome as hell. --> But what he does really resent about the gay scene is their constant "cultural push" as JBarrax put it. Last week, the High School promoted homosexuality by proclaiming last wednesday as a "day of silence" in order to honor our fellow gay students. He asked the principle directly if this day was supposed to be a thing in order to honor AIDS victims, but she said; "No, it is a day to honor gay people". Apparently, people who were to show their support for gays were to wear a certin color ribbon on their chests, one for lesbians, and one for gay guys, and that everyone in school was to be quiet all day and not to talk. A day of silence. Well, my son took exception to this. He always takes his (my) guitar to school, and during one of his free periods, sits in the hall and plays and sings with his friends. And, he likes to talk and be funny. And so, this is exactly what he did on that State sponsored "gay day". And of course, many lesbian chicks were giving he and his friends the finger throughout the day (My! What Tolerance!), and one female teacher took them aside and gave them a "talking to" about "Tolerance" and "Diversity", to which he and his friends responded with their "right to free speech", and that it was their constitutional right to disagree with the school's effort to promote respect for something they didn't believe in. And so, with respect Ex 10, I do believe that this "cultural push" that JBarrax mentioned, and that I have illustrated with a very recent and close to home event is one reason that many Christian people have a hard time with being tolerant towards this lifestyle. And remember, these kids are very young, and definitely do not know what it means (many times) to walk in the love of God as young Christian people. I will also say that there a lot of straight kids in my sons high school who are definitely NOT Christians, who take exception to being told that "gay is ok", due to what they perceive to be the "unnaturalness" of homosexuality". I don't think that any group will ever be able to convince kids that homosexuality is not something to be made fun of... Christian people (many of them) believe that the Bible is God's Word, as I do, and therefore, cannot accept this lifestyle as normal and ok. This is Our Belief (on this subject), and therefore will be contrasting to those who are trying to push on our society that this lifestyle should "be embraced by all". It is my opinion that they may embrace this lifestyle if they wish, and take part in it if they wish, for we live in a free country. But it is also my belief that their lifestyle will bring damage to themselves, because it is contrary to God's Word. Just like my son's "quasi-partying lifestyle" will bring damage to himself if he doesn't "cool his jets"...

Ya know though, one thing I have done since leaving The Way has been helpful for me (and us), but maybe even to a "fault". As a BC, so many many times, the local believers would always "pitch in" to help out the BC (me) when it was time to pack up and move from one house to another in some city, or, when we would move into an area to be the new BC's. It seems that a large number of believers would show up cheerily to help out the new rev and his wife and young family. And of course, the work would go nice and fast, and with me, I would always supply the beer and pizza at the end. And next would come the "painting party", where the local believer/painter guy (taking precious time from his work schedule which meant taking food from his and his wife and kid's mouths) would head up a crew of "believers now painters", and we would paint the interior of the newly rented home, all for "the Movement of The Word" ya know. When this would occur, I always felt like I was somehow using God's People, but, "went with it anyway". --> I finally had an extreme wake up call after I moved from Alaska to a new branch "job" in the Central Region. We originally planned to leave on such and such a date (prior to the Rock), but then ended up having to go two weeks earlier in order to get the cheaper airfare from Alaska. Airfare for which I had to pay of course. And so, all of a sudden, the rush was on to get the boxes packed, sell the car and truck, have the moving sale, have the obligatory "good bye fellowship" to our newly found friends, and with only four days to do it! The task was huge, because the house we lived in had been a Way Home for three years before we moved in, and there was three years of belivers's "left behind stuff" that needed to be dealt with as well as my own "stuff". While having the garage sale, it became evident that there was not enough time to wrap the thing up properly. And so, two wonderful believer guys, Mark Glazer and Travis Stanley, offered to box up the rest of our stuff, pay off the bills with money I left them, contact the owners of the "left behind stuff", and ship my boxed up stuff down to where we were going to live in the Central Region. And since for the first time in five years, the house was not going to "roll over" to a new group of Way believers, the house had to be cleaned and ready for the owner to rent out to a new and unrelated family of renters. This meant all bills paid and finalized, cleaned from head to toe, certain repairs done, etc, ad infinitum, ad tedium.. And it all basically fell to this fellow Mark, and to a degree Travis. In the end though, it was Mark who was the stand up guy and who got stuck with it. Yet Mark missed work (therefore a paycheck), worked night and day toward the new renters arrival, tried to fix things he didn't know how to fix, boxed my stuff, shipped my stuff, burned up the eight hundred bucks (a gross miscalculation) I'd left with him for bills and expenses, and his labor of love became one of anger, resentment, disappointment, and frustration. And in the meantime, My wife, child and I had jetted off to Seattle to buy a car, and then drive our way down to the Central Region, where we could be welcomed and "moved in" by another set of believers, and oblivious to the plight of our dear friend. And not only did Mark get the shaft on that one, but all of the local believers there became aware of what he'd gone through, and became thoroughly angry at me for doing such a thing to a kind hearted guy like him. And so, even if I had done anything good as a BC those two years, it all came to naught by that one ignorant and ultimately selfish act. Now mind you, I was under pressure from LCM to get on down to that new and much bigger BC job, so, "just get it together and get on down there!" Never mind, that I too was broke after buying that used "piece of .... car" in Seattle, and was actually denied a place to stay at Camp Gunnison as we passed through. My daughter was 1 and a half, and my wife was 7 months pregnant. Damn that was insulting! I helped build that place over a three year period on and off, but there was "no room at the Inn!" I was treated as a stranger. That was so weird... And so, the whole thing was a major clusterfock, and I am so sorry it happened. Later, someone had convinced Mark (and rightly so) that he had been shafted, and he wrote me and told me so. In turn, instead of apologizing, I wrote him an unfriendly letter back reminding him of his offer to do it, and that he should just "suck it up". Had I really cared about the people who I had "led" for two years, I would have said to Mama International; " I will stay here and wrap this thing up good and properly until this house is cleaned and returned to the owner and all bills paid. And when this is done correctly, I will then come down and take over that other Branch. And if you me there now so badly, then YOU pay someone to do it so no one gets hurt. But I will stay until it's wrapped up properly..." But I didn't, and the rest is history... But after the "big fall" of The Way in '89-90 and my our subsequent departure, I began to look at it in a different light, and concluded that I had indeed hurt my friend. It seems that it was the "whole machinery and system" of The Way and the "do it in the name of "Moving The Word" that had brought about this sad incident. I really was oblivious to the stress that I had put my friend under. I honestly did not think I was hurting him. I knew that he was a faithful "doulos/diakonia" kind of guy and just figured he'd get blessed for his efforts. I have yet to look him up and apologize for that. I actually want to send him some money too. And so, what do I do differently now? I don't let anyone help me to pack up and move if and when I do. And I do all of my own house repairs, or pay someone who does that kind of work. We have moved a few times in the last five years as a matter of fact. I am so conscious of not wanting to use people, that I am probably denying some of our close friends the opportunity to give. But it is something I am adamant about. Once when I had moved to Charlottesville, Virginia back in 1990, Earl Bu*ton offered to send a "gang of believers" to help me unpack my U-Haul. And so, I made it a point to arrive a day earlier than originally planned, and unloaded it all by myslf with my wife. And then when he called asking if I was ready to receive the helpers, I simply told him that it was done. For me, this is one of the ways that I have gotten The Way religion "out of me". I am thankful for God's forgiveness. I know He has forgiven me for this...

Jesus Christ said; "I am The Way, the Truth, and the Life... I have Christ in me. And so, The Way is never coming out of me...

Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling You may talk o' gin an' beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But if it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. Now in Inja's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them black-faced crew, The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. It was "Din! Din! Din! You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! slippy hitherao! Water, get it! Panee lao! You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!" The uniform 'e wore Was nothin' much before, An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind, For a twisty piece o' rag An' a goatskin water-bag Was all the field-equipment 'e could find... When the sweatin' troop-train lay In a sidin' through the day, Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl, We shouted "Harry By!" Till our throats were bricky-dry, Then we whopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all. It was "Din! Din! Din! You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? You put some juldee in it, Or I'll marrow you this minute, If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!" 'E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done, An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. With 'is mussick on 'is back, 'E would skip with our attack, An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire." An' for all 'is dirty 'ide, 'E was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was "Din! Din! Din!" With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. When the cartridges ran out, You could 'ear the front-files shout: "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!" I sha'n't forgit the night When I dropped be'ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 'E lifted up my 'ead, An' 'e plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green; It was crawlin' an' it stunk, But of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. It was "Din! Din! Din! 'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen; 'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!" 'E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died: "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din. So I'll meet 'im later on In the place where 'e is gone— Where it's always double drill and no canteen; 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to poor damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din! Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! That poem always makes me cry. I recited it by memory in 7th grade in 1969

I would say that Islamic fundamentalist countries like Sudan, Iraq, Iran, Afganistan, and Saudi Arabia are far worse in this aspect than the Unted States of America. I mean c'mon Mosh, when's the last time you heard of w Woman being shot in public by the State at a soccer field here in America because she didn't follow the tenets of the Antioch Baptist Church?

Ya know Sunesis, that makes a lot of sense. I love my country dearly, but truly, we are way decadent. We are the worst. We may not be as permissive as, say, the Netherelands, or Germany when it comes to sexual liberties, but we are powerful, rich, and decadent. We are phat. Just look at our athletes and the money they command and receive. That stuff grosses me out more than the other lustful things so evident. Yeah, we could be the great Babylon spoken of in Revelation, fer sure...

Garth, Who is St. Malarkey?

I just saw a poll on CNN online. They asked; "Are you pleased with the selection of the new Pope?" And I thought; "How the hell should I know?! I don't know Ratzinger from a ratz a$$! I'm not answering that one!" I mean, what do we have to go on? CNN,ABC, CBS, Foxnews, Catholic Digest, or Life, Look, Or The Times? Maybe if I just read the next issue of "People", or listen to NPR's "All Things Considered"... I am so amazed that people the world over can get so passionate and wrapped up about someone who doesn't even know they exist... What do we really know about anything?

George St George_ Thanks for the Dave Barry tip. Too bad I'd never heard it before that damnable incident! Maybe I should send the incident to him? DMiller- You guys were ruthless! But funny as hell fore shore! Ala P- That is so hillarious about your Mom! She must have been totally mortified! I'm still laughing... And Groucho, you just reminded me of my wife's WOW brother's no doubt most embarrassing incident: Her WOW bro was only 20 when she was on the field. A couple of years later, when we were down in Portland, Oregon, or maybe Seattle for the NW Regions "Battle Of The Bands", oops, excuse me, Way International Music Challenge, her WOW bro was there also, peforming with a group doing some sort of an "excerpt" from Athletes Of The Spirit (AOS). This was in addition to the battle of the bands contest, and was only a "side show" for our "spiritual enrichment and enjoyment". Neither was this group part of the real cast of AOS, but an "on the field" bunch, doing it for fun or for brownie points or whatever. At any rate, her WOW bro was in it, he was not a dancer at all, but was able to do back handsprings which seemed to wow the crowd. He was a fine and handsome lad, and after the "show" out in the lobby, he was immediately surrounded by about three lovely, single beauties, who appeared very interested in getting to know him. And so, he was chatting them up as they were eating it up, and my wife and I who'd been coming up to say hi and congrats and all, waited to the side while this young fella was enjoying his moment in the spotlight as he was receiving the adulation of these three beuatiful young ladies. And then, disaster struck! At one point he laughed , and snorted, and a wad of snot flipped out of is nostril and landed on top of his nose! But, he didn't know it! And so, this young and handsome superstar, kept on chatting away, as the thoroughly grossed out young ladies began to look down and around and every which way but at his face. And still, young "Bob" remained clueless as to his plight, chatting away as my wife and I looked on in hillarious horror! My wife told me to go and tell him about it, but I refused. No way was I going to be the one to point it out. I don't think I could have handled his horrified reaction. I didn't want him to know that we knew. Finally, some friend of his pulled him aside, whispered in his ear, he turned beat red, and ran off to the bathroom. Now to me, that would have been worse than calling that overweight gal pregnant...

STL: You said this, and I have to agree with it: Ok. These are legitimate concerns, and I have seen irrational parents as well. In fact I can attest, many parfents are down right ridiculous! And then you said this: And I agree to this wholeheartedly as well. And so, now that all of this is on the table, as that Famous American "Motorist" Rodney King once said; "Can't we all just get along?" Really, I am sure that Excathedra is savvy enough to know that parents can get out of hand, and now I hope that she saw in your post that you said that; And ya know, a thread concering that terrible killing in the Little Leagues might warrant a thread of it's own. So terribly sad! Breaks my heart... :(-->