waysider

Yup.

Oh, I remember those video classes. Clunky, top loading, play-back-only, Beta machines. They didn't even have a record function ...for the days of VHS had not yet come. We kept a log of how many hours they'd been used so we could routinely tear them down to clean the play-back heads and service the drive belt. Nothing but the best picture and sound for Gawd's people would do.

Simple. You write The Teacher. OK, it's sounds like I'm being flippant but I'm not. The point is, the human mind craves easy solutions for complex problems. That explains why we fell so hard for VPW's shtick. "I didn't say it, you did."...VPW

The number of students dictated the media in which it was presented. I think it was something like six new students were required to run an audio class with flip charts. Ten or fifteen were required for a film class. Grads could attend for free, so naturally, the prospect of having a film class was used as an incentive to sign up more recruits. Classes other than PFAL were run there, as well. I took Dealing With The Adversary there my first time through it. I remember that specific one because of a traumatic personal experience I had the week before it ran. Also, live classes were sometimes presented there because of its proximity to HQ. Aside from that, there was nothing special about the place,

I don't know about that. Just regular sized classes. They're a non-profit, The Way is a non-profit, hence the conference rooms were rent free.

Now I'm towing my car There's a hole in the roof My possessions are causing me suspicion But there's no proof

We used to run classes at the YMCA in downtown Columbus, Ohio. Soooo.....you be the judge.

Boy king you say? I'm thinking this might be King Tut by Steve Martin.

You're Not Smiling.....Audience

That's the one.

I have a feeling this one has reached a dead end. Here it is. free post

Dream Lover Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

I guess some things have changed since I've been gone. Because a somethin' some-a-how, some-a where has gone wrong. (Got a lot of airplay but never made the charts)

I Can See For Miles....The Who

For many people, recovery is an on-going process. Think in terms of something like weight loss. You don't reach your target weight and suddenly abandon the effort. I think there's a bit of a parallel in the comparison, but maybe that's just me.

Mainly what I remember of the Jonestown Massacre, as it pertained to The Way International, is that we fervently tried to distance ourselves from any comparisons being made with the lifestyle they lived to the lifestyle we lived. There wasn't much discussion of doctrinal differences. Our concerns seemed to be mostly about public perception. I don't recall much discussion internally, amongst ourselves, questioning whether or not we were deluding ourselves. From our perspective, they were a counterfeit and we were "the real deal". Did I dream all this stuff or did it really happen?

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.

Daniel

The possibility exists that we may never know why much of any of it was written. Geopolitical struggles? Ethnic rivalries? The list goes on.

That's karma. You don't need to be of any particular faith to believe in it. Personally, I'm more of a believer in the law of statistics. If you have a habit of blowing through stop signs and red lights, you increase your odds of getting t-boned someday.

I know that seems like a reasonable response, but they would be quick to tell you it's empty because you must be out of fellowship. You have to be in fellowship to receive anything. If you pointed out times VPW reached into an empty cookie jar, you would be reminded you can't receive anything if it's not available. Don't ask me how I know this.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Ahhh,yes. The Lockbox. One must never reveal its contents.