Jbarrax

DING! We have a winner! :-)

Sorry doesn't ring a bell here either.

I stand corrected. Firsthand it is. That's beyond reprehensible. What a scumbag.

I can't quote it because it was within another quote, but Waysider stated yesterday that VP "...openly stated, in group situations, that he sexually molested his own adolescent daughter." That just floors me. I'm almost incredulous. Talk about moving boundaries! Everyone who heard him say that and didn't leave within 24 hours definitely had boundaries moved. Perhaps that was one of the tactics he used to groom his victims. If they could accept the fact that he had violated his own daughter, on what grounds could they refuse his advances? The only context in which I can think of that this was not a psychopathic ploy would have been if he had confessed it as a grievous sin in order to demonstrate that if a worthless scumbag like him could go on to run a "Christian" ministry then God could and would forgive them for any of their past sins and allow them to serve. But knowing all the other corruption that spewed from New Knoxville, I doubt that was the context or purpose of the statement. One nitpicky correction though, WS. If you didn't hear him say it, it's not first hand information. Having heard it from other here in the Cafe makes it second hand testimony.

Wow. Okay, how about this one? Neil Page: You're saying I could be stranded in Wichita? Del Griffith: I'm saying you are stranded in Wichita.

Sorry, Monday nights are always hectic at Chez Barrax. Hancock is correct. You're up Hoomin :-)

It really is tragic how completely VP's vice permeated the ministry. I did not make it to the Corps because the Passing of a Patriarch scandal hit during our interim year and our LC was decent and wise enough to advise us to wait until they got the program fixed. We're still waiting. :-) But I have had enough conversations with Corps folk and twig coordinators to see that the whole way tree was corrupted by the rotten fruit of VP's lust. • The Limb I was in had been rocked by a scandal involving allegations of adultery on the part of the LC (not the guy who steered us clear of the Corps; the one who preceded his predecessor-- during the late 70's early 80s. • My twig coordinator went to a mens' advance and told me they'd taught all the men that the verses in Proverbs that prohibit illicit sexually behavior all apply to women. The clear implication was that it's okay for men to screw around. • My branch leader told me that, in the Family Corps, the men had been advised to read Penthouse magazine to spice up their sex lives. Can you imagine Penthouse being recommended reading at any accredited Bible College? • The Corps couple who gave me the PFAL tapes that helped me open my eyes to Weirwille's errors also told me that HQ was "overrun" with seducing spirits. The wife said she'd gone to Craig and told him about it and he just said 'thank you for your honesty'. • Oh, I almost forgot. My branch coordinator suggested that we show XXX-rated pornography at a believer's bachelor party. He said we should all be spiritually mature enough to handle it. Wonder where he learned that? I think we see now why TWI collapsed. It was weighed in the balance and found wanting.

Sorry, I thought this was more well known. It was a hit record by a major rock group. But it has been almost a dozen years now. And it was released after they had peaked in the mid-eighties. FREE POST. I see now from wikipedia that this single peaked at #80 on the Billboard Hot 100. Oh well, I think it's the best track on the album. C'est la vie!

Nope. Think seasonal. This should give it away. It's like going on a date with a Chatty Cathy doll. I expect you have a little string on your chest, you know, that I pull out and have to snap back. Except I wouldn't pull it out and snap it back - you would. Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!

One more clue, then it's free post time. The first and last lines are spoken by the main character after whom the film is named. --- All of you people, blocking the intersection, you're all idiots. Rail Crossing Crowd #1: You're the one that threw the dude's car at her. And what's with the train? Rail Crossing Crowd #2: Why didn't you just go straight up in the air with the car? You've obviously injured that poor woman. Rail Crossing Crowd #3: She's right. She should sue you. --- Okay. Well, you should sue McDonald's, 'cause they f'..d you up.

Sorry I haven't read the whole thread, but Geisha bumped it, so I figured I'd respond to the original question; not with anything doctrinally worthwhile, mind you. Those of you who've seen the Michael Keaton movie Johnny Dangerously will appreciate this statement. I got mad at God once...once. Ironically, it involved PFAL, but was not because of a lack of understanding of why bad things happen to good people. The incident occurred out of my deliberations about whether I should take the class. This was back in July 1982. My long time girlfriend Deborah had taken the class, reaped some benefits and was pressuring me relentlessly to do likewise. I had been saved in high school but was frustrated at my lack of understanding of basic Christian doctrine and inability to preach effectively. I had taken Bible classes at college and only gotten more confused, but really wanted to know God and the TRUTH. But, being a college liberal in the age of the Moral Majority, I hated the idea of getting involved with a little known Fundamentalist outfit that charged people over $100 to take a Bible class. I was very suspicious of TWI, but could see that Deb had grown. I just couldn't make a decision and couldn't get any space to try to do so quietly and prayerfully cause Deb kept hounding me. I'm usually pretty easy going, but when I get frustrated, I get angry. And there was nothing more frustrating than this. So one afternoon, while Deb was doing her hard sell routine, I got so frustrated and so angry, that I stormed out of my apartment, raging at God in my mind for putting me in such a position without clear guidance. I lived right across the street from the Marshall campus. I headed toward campus with my mind just raging at God. I was furious, livid, seething. The next thing I know, I was flat on my back on the grass. I was paralyzed. I felt utterly alone for the first time since before I'd been saved. I was cut off from God somehow. The next thing I became aware of was a...buzzing sensation crawling up my body from my feet toward my head, as if some kind of energy field was slowly enveloping me. As bad as it felt to find myself prone and paralyzed, this was worse. It was just under and trough my skin and moving upward. As it approached my head I got even more panicky, then it started buzzing around my face and was about to seep into my mouth. All the while there was this invisible barrier above me. It was about this time that Deb caught up and found me on the ground. I shudder to think of what would have happened had she not found me and started praying for me. When she started to pray, the creeping energy field stopped advancing. She touched me and found that I was ice cold--on a hot summer day. She asked me to sit up and of course, I couldn't. So she prayed for me to be given the strength to sit up and I managed to move at last. While she ministered to me, the buzzing slowly subsided and little by little, my physical strength returned as did the feeling of isolation. It took about a half hour for me to be able to stand up and walk back home. I still don't know exactly what happened that afternoon, but what I took away from the experience is, it's never a good idea to get mad at God. When I try to put it into perspective biblically, this is what comes to mind. For Rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft and stubbornness as iniquity and idolatry. (II Samuel 15:23)

You're messin' with the wrong guy!

Here's how it begins. Little Sister She got a lot of time she got a lot of money Don't you know that aint enough pretty thing all dressed up for the main attraction like a baby doll looking for love

God gave man the breath of life to grow up strong to take a wife To change the world and (song title)

"Crystal." A Few Good Men.

Sounds kind of like one of Quint's soliloquies from Jaws to me.

Please Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back. C'mon before we crack. Technically that's two lines, but they complete a stanza..sort of.

Ohhh, I can hear her voice, but I don't know the singer's name.

Close enough. How the Grinch Stole Christmas is the actual title. :-)

That'd be It's a Wonderful Life. "And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast. They'll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But that's something I just cannot stand in the least. Oh, no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME!"

This reply may be so late, it's off topic, but I just wanted to add that , according to news reports last week, the guy who caught Sandusky in the shower with the boy didn't just turn around & run. He said he "put a stop to it" and then left. But alas, didn't call the police.

Lol. I think it's an oldie

I don't even remember that Yeah. Greenpeace does. Walter does. Have you ever put out an apartment fire Ray? My rear end was hot. Call me an a$$hole one more time. Gotta wonder, though. What kind of bastard must I have been, that nobody was there to claim me? I mean, I'm... I'm not the most charming guy in the world, so I've been told, but... nobody?

Actually that's Achy Breaky Heart, but I guess "Mr. Eggy breaky" is close enough. :-)

West Side Story