cheranne

Exactly my thoughts Potato! (they had no incentive to micromanage my life)

When my hubby and I left twi we were both "concerned" about some lies twi told us,it took awhile for the poison to get out of our system. But when we lost our first child (I) thought it was for walking away,took awhile to get over that,but I believe the opposite happens to people that get out. Because now God can protect you even more than ever before because that foothold of darkness that comes from false doctrine doesn't CONSUME YOU. I believe God truely honors our stand for trying to serve in him thru something we didn't know was truely a lie and twisted scripture. God knows your heart.

Yep. I was in Seattle with you,Pocatello and Idaho Falls,(P^*l V&*^%illo was our fearless leader at the time) My wow brother got a big huge speeding ticket in Oregon on the way back to our cocoon in Idaho. Iwas there in 79-80(worst year of my life!)the nature was beautiful but that was all.)For the life of me honestly I didn't know why we were sent there! Did you go to Sun Valley? Nice to meet you now and glad your out of twi

Teach? These clowns didn't teach us sheet! It was a milli vanilli wanna be award winning lie! Beginning with vp's little snow storm and gas pumps (I will teach da wurd like it has never been taught) well....that much is true! Fake people make me sick and especially greedy fake people.

(someone shared this with me today) Breakfast at McDonald's This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!): I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.' The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling' His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.. He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.' I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.' I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope..' We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?' I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THING S AND USE PEOPLE.

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I was near the Grand Tetons,next door in Idaho?

Lets try a theme! "The Way Tree- The Cries of the Twigs"

I was thinking that too!

i like gettting old books,and handmade cards.

that is right.religious satire is okay! Just think of the hope for healing behind it all,like ... No you do NOT have to string chairs anymore!!!!!! Attenetion to detail detail detail until you become obsessive compulsive!!!!! Or twi nametags and all playing ping pong with mormons and jehovah witnesses getting nowhere with eachother.(what a waste of living!) Maybe a sad sack sorta way corp person getting yelled at by okie boy ,or a auctioneer who practices his trade by speaking in tongues(real fast like)

Here is some food for thought.I am NOT an artist but I know graphic novels are very popular theseday especially for younger people. (prime rib for cult bait!)hmmmThis is just intresting

bumping this up for the art lovers.

good analogy ham!

I explain it in this way if I were to write a book about twi(from my personal notes) As the poison began to seep she writes...the glutinous sea pulled the people of twi under ice to a place so dark,where the primal scream cannot be heard,... for there is no one their to hear it. Meaning to go i the direction of the promised land..the wind of change took us to the POINT OF NO RETURN. The navigator vpw and the board of trustees laughing all the way to the bank! As the slaves sat(sit)ROWING THE WHITE WASHED SHIP. Mothership-intenational hqs 1.way corps,2.way family corp,3.way college,4.wow amb$%#!ador5.way productions the prettiest ship of all,to motivate the slaves as the row. Those who held the handwhips. The way corp(but it was a loving hand whip if their could be one) Their destination all these ships was word over the world via pfal,nonstop. live or die! So with bare essentails on their backs they row and blinders on their eyes never weary,never looking back. Stopping at ports along the way for fresh blood,a new supply to row the white washed ships where the glutinous sea would swallow u up to under ice hypothermia. IF THEY SLAVE BECAME SO WEAK THE CHAINS WERE RELEASED AND THE SLAVE WOULD BE CARED FOR BY THE HAND WHIPERS(to whip them into shape,discipline ect.. )so they could possibly come to desire to be handwhippers themselves, if the slave was to weak they'd be thrown out to sea to what appeared to them to be shark infested waters and the slave would plead to the servant of the father of lies as he longed for the slave to . The slave felt security in the chains and obeyed(not questioned leadership) BUT,WHEN THE CHAINS WERE RELEASED some slaves escaped and were able to swim ashore,but when the slave got to the island they spoke a differant language and the slave didn;t understand but felt safe. The islanders didn't see the burns on her back(HER HEART)FROM BEING WHIPPED nor the brand of twi, only when she was alone ...she would see them..she could hide them well. She still could hear them say if you walk away from this....mentally she still was not free. The slave met an islander and married him,the had children and even though the slave was a slave she NEVER EVER wasnted her children to be slaves so..she released them into the hands of the good island people and even though she didn't agree with everything they taught the slave she blended in. They began to love they slave but they never knew she was a slave and at the end of the day she would come home and almost forget that she was a slave then she'd see the scars on her back and know she wasn't their yet and the slave would cry..but nobody heard the cry of the slave,she would play music and cry but,they didn't hear the cry they would only say play more and you know so much of the word say more. But, one day someone heard the cry and it scared the slave and she felt threatened,but the slave saw Jesus in her eye and the good islander helped her and said the Lord,would heal her hurts. ... THEN the slave opened the blackbox and her wounds began to bleed and the islander put balm on the hurts and annointed them,but their were so many more slaves how would we reach them and the slave began to cry like she had never cried before. galations 5:1 for it was freedom the CHRIST SET US FREE

They certainly sound trapped. But they can be FREE. Just walk away!

Never heard of that book? I worked at Borders Books for years and NEVER heard of lcm's book. I did hear plenty about "Losing The Way" (good stuff)

Happy Birthday Mr. Rocky

I believe in an old fashioned "Walton Christmas" . Christmas has gotten so out of control the reason for the season is fading fast.

The song I was listening to when I got witnessed too. Do You remember a song from back in the day?

Happy Birthday I don't know you but I like you. :)