waysider

Among the volumes and volumes of books and devotional writings of E. Stanley Jones, are such familiar sounding titles as: Christ And Human Suffering (1933) Victorious Living (1936) Abundant Living (1942) How To Pray (1943) -------------------------------------The Way (1946)------------------ And, oh, yeah. Did I mention he is well known for some of his famous quotes? One of those happens to be---- Fear is sand in the machinery of life

Amen to that, Brother!

Janiva Magness

THEM

People who were never involved with the organization (and even some who were) will sometimes have a hard time understanding why we stayed so long. Here it is in a nut-shell(IMO)-----mind control.(*Never even consider*---Where have I heard that before?) The media has painted a picture of mind control and brainwashing that depicts zombie like reactions in its victims. Some will say, "well, we were never like that!" Maybe the reason for that is because the Hollywood version is inaccurate. The real version is more subtle and more deeply rooted. Even today, 10, 20, 30 years after the fact, people still react in a programmed manner if the right stimuli are applied. It reminds me of The Little Train Who Could "I know I can, I know I can." Just say it until you have convinced yourself. Try to suggest that in "the good old days" all that glittered might not have been gold and VOILA, someone is sure to react by saying, "I know it was, I know it was." In my mind the thing that is so puzzling is not why we did not leave sooner but rather why people who have been removed for decades still can't come to grips with the reality that they were duped. The only answer that makes sense to me is that pieces of the programmed information(ie: mind control) continue to float about the vast reaches of our minds like so much space junk. Every so often, pieces of it come crashing into our world when the conditions are conducive. Who bewitched us? We bewitched ourselves. (With a great deal of assistance from TWI)

Wm. Clarke----Stretch My Money

Now that you mention it, it does seem to share a cadence with "Lady Chatterley's Lover." by D.H. Lawrence (Though I would never classify that particular book as a cheap, romance novel.)

I think his Freudian slip was showing.

James Harmon----Ohh Baby

Personally, I never understood how birds and bees could "get together", either. They have so little in common with each other that I just don't think it could ever last.

Never seen "Bad Bob the albino". Seen Johnny Winter, though. Does that count?

I read it when I was still a lurker. I was never sure how to appropriately comment on it after I started posting. I'm still not sure how to respond.

They are already half way there. Ouch----- No tomatoes-----please.

When I was a novice twig leader in 1972, I once opened a twig meeting by stating that we were "affiliated" with the Way ministry. My branch leader, who was present at the meeting, later chastised me and said, "We are not "affiliated" with the Way------We "ARE" the Way. Fast foreword to 1976. I innocently asked the Limb leader why we did not keep a "membership list". (This was during a work detail that involved physically destroying the mimeograph address plates for the state newsletter.) "Because", he said, " We are not an organization you can just casually join, we are members of a spiritual body." (above quote was paraphrased.) Not trying to figure it out, just telling you what happened.

Not sure what I'm doing here 'cause I was never in the corps. Those sure are some good photos, though. Especially liked the chronology effect.

Hey! I just realized there is a Rocky AND a Bulwinkl here now. "Heany peany chili beany----The spirits are about to speak." "Are they friendly spirits?" :)

What's the 2nd verse? :-O

Rick Holmstrom

Yes, there was, indeed, an almost desperate attempt to keep the class set in stone. Wierwille never said that the class was God-Breathed but he surely did not go out of his way to dissuade those who did. People watched that class with an almost hypnotic fixation, hoping to catch some glimpse of a deep and mysterious meaning that had been hidden from mankind. "Did you notice how he raised the pitch of his voice as he expounded on----------------?"(fill in the blank) "Did you see how he scratched his nose with his RIGHT hand?" "Did you hear him say 'Sits there like a duck'?":-) We were encourage to watch the class over and over and told that if we did so, new "gems" would rise to the surface for our discovery each time. "It's The Word---------" was just a catch phrase, folks. As such, it has no definitive meaning of its own until you put it in a specific context. The context that Wierwille set it in was that of allegiance to PFAL, TWI and the business of promoting them. (ie: It was a sales campaign slogan, at least in the context that he stated it.) After all, aren't we really talking about what it meant in the context where Wierwille placed it? Hmmm?

After countless painful attempts as a pre-TWI youth, having completed the PFAL class, I finally mastered that elusive and embarrassing Windsor Knot, which was so critical to being able to stand before the branch and lead "Farther Along". Yes, finally I could stand before God and the World(or at least the Cleveland Branch) and know that I knew that I knew that my necktie was, indeed, pleasing and beyond reproach in the eyes of all who beheld it. Alright, some may argue that I learned that in an extraneous and peripheral manner rather than the PFAL class. May I just remind you? God moves in mysterious ways.

Hey, there, Kathy Any room you choose to enter is brightened by your presence. OOPS! My Granddaughter, Clara Belle( that's short for Helen.) just informed me, "That is WAAAAAAY too EMO", Grandpa. (I guess that means "emotional".) OK--- guess I'll just have to settle for one of these: EMO?--- Where do you suppose these young 'uns get this stuff?

Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!!! Ya got me in stitches, as usual. I almost said your story was a "real gas" but "backed" out at the last moment. Dude, ya gotta soak 'em over night to "eliminate" that problem! Yup. Learnt that in Fellowlaborers.( but not right away!) Hmmmm!--- Maybe something good "came out" of it after all.

Well, yeah. That and the pineapple on pizza thing.

(in reference to meatza pie and rice pizza) Meatza pie was supposed to be pizza that had a crust made out of ground meat.(precooked) Rice pizza had a crust made out of boiled rice. Not too bad, actually. Sorry, can't help you with recipe or prep details as I was always a "breakfast detail" person. There aren't very many Fellowlaborers who post here because our numbers were never very big to start with.(maybe 250 at the most, at least in Ohio.) There are a few, though, and maybe they remember details.

"Fun Meals" OMG! In Fellowlaborers, we only had red meat once a week. (When we were lucky) All breakfasts and suppers were pre-planned and portion controlled.All 50 of us had to prepare and eat exactly the SAME thing at the SAME location, at the SAME time.(6 to a house/8 houses.) Using proper "Christian Etiquette" as defined by the book by the same title. Here are some of the really "groovy" things we ate: Oat groats( what the heck are they, anyway?) Wheat berries ( ditto to above) Stone milled oats Flax seeds---LOTS of flax seeds(gotta keep those innards oiled, doncha know) Home grown sprouts( with almost every meal) Mush, mush, and more mush Millet, millet, millet, millet and , of course, the ever popular------millet! But, there were also the exotic dishes, too. Things like: "Meatza" Pie Rice Pizza( sorry, dmiller, no pineapple or Canadian bacon) Broccoli surprise Potato soup with home made croutons (fancy word for burnt toast) And last but least-----Wilted Swiss chard---Yum!, Yum! Oh yeah, and that bulgar wheat stuff which we called VULGAR WHEAT! nicely displayed and served "swimming" in a bowl of fig poop. <_<