Watered Garden

God speed and God continue to bless you!

Is anyone living in the former limb home? On earth, everything changes. Only God stays the same, yesterday, today, and forever. We were married in that building.

Go see it.

If you care about kids, go see this film. It will shake you to the core but it is worth it.

I am no theologian, nor do I wish to engage in theological arguments. But the best way I know to build a personal relationship and understanding with/of God is through His Word. I strongly suggest getting a hold of a version other than KJV, such as the New International Version, Revised Standard Version, or the ESV. Another thing that helps me is One Year Bible Online. This app provides daily readings selected from the Old Testament, New Testament, Pslams, and Proverbs. You might want to start this on 1/1/2023. There's audio with commentary or you can just read the verses for yourself. Try to edit out all the guano and legalism you have previously learned as you listen/read. God bless!

As a long time type 1 diabetic, I find the article absolutely horrifying, repulsive, tragic, and enraging. Has it ever occurred to these buzzards that God may have inspired the scientists who did the research to develop insulin? I wish I could feed them to the crocodiles one bite at a time. Those sons of bytches! May God have mercy on them. I could not!

I think what you wrote is just beautiful.

I believe from the University of South Carolina but I'm not sure. Now you can all go back to tearing her down. She was wonderful when I knew her.

Knew her years and years ago. She was wonderful then. I hope she still is.

We were in family 20 for about 3 months and two couples got kicked out of F19 for something along those lines while we were there.

During our brief tenure in FWC we spent a lot of time harvesting produce grown there. I distinctly remember apples, potatoes, tomatoes and perhaps onions. We were involved in making salsa; I've written about that elsewhere. They raised chickens, beef and pigs as well. Did we benefit from this largesse? Nope. It was shipped to HQ. it's a challenge to perform four hours of hard physical labor after a breakfast of one cup of granola and milk, and a delicious lunch of one cup of tomato soup and two zwieback crackers. On rare occasions we got chicken or other meats, and every day we had to exercise vigorously. I realized recently that this arrangement is very similar to a work camp in a communist country. We workers slaved away for the benefit of the elite, who graciously permitted us to have a few crumbs from under their gilded tables.

So I have a medical condition that precludes seeds, nuts, raw grains. Does that mean I'm eating devil's food? As Bugs Bunny would say "what a maroon!"

Mr. Garden frequently cooks potatoes and onions together. The onions perfume the house. To me, it's the scent of a beloved man enjoying a meal. I was flabbergasted at the thought of every one lining up their taste buds with his. So not right!

The worst part was only the Head Table got coffee!

In 1993 we were FWC for a couple of months, at the Indiana campus. The food was atrocious! Chickens were raised and slaughtered, as well as pigs and beef. We seldom ate meat. Most got shipped to NK.The kids were always hungry. We made tons of "salsa" with no onion or tomato. The idiot in charge bitched me out for removing rotten portions of tomatoes. There was no cilantro, either. We were always hungry from working outside to the exercise program to 5 hours of sleep per night. I lost at least 15 pounds if not more the first six weeks. It was heck.

One of the most embarrassing moments of my TWI-life was happy household holiday carolling using those fake lyrics. Most of our victims didn't hear the difference but it was horrible nevertheless.

Newly married in a college town in Ohio.

We were in residence in early 1993 (family division of the horror that was WC). During that time there was an incident where a helicopter carrying U.S. military was shot down and survivors tortured and their bodies dragged through the streets of Mogadishu(?) And hanged from bridges. I knew nothing about it until the motion picture "Black Hawk Down" was released. What offends me about all the silence is that prayer is a powerful weapon and we should have been praying for these situations. As I recall the 9/11 attacks were minimized as well.

When I took the advanced class at Emporia, I would stand in line at the ladies' room door for ten minutes, get right up to the door, and here would come the trustee's wives, and frequently Mrs. Wierwille. The ladies room would be closed for their convenience and rest of us would be ushered back to our seats, bladders aching. One person actually complained and was promptly reminded if the privilege she was given to be there, and the greater privilege of waiting for the next break, when it would happen all over again.

I believe I've forgiven him for being a jerk and inspiring others to emulate him, but I wouldn't listen to him recite a nursery rhyme, much less teach the Bible.

Not in the Victors.

Penguin2, I don't post very often so you probably haven't seen my name. In 1994, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. This was after being kicked out of FWC 20 a year earlier. The Corps where we lived offered no comfort, and busily set about trying to figure out where I had "blown it" for God to smite me thus. THIS IS BULL CRAP! I will tell you what a REAL man of God said to me. We live in a broken world. Our bodies are finite but our Father is infinite I can tell you one thing. You did not bring this upon yourself by any sin or lack of faith on your part. God will heal you here or in heaven. He is faithful. He knows you better than you know yourself. He loves you more than you can imagine.

Waysider probably remembers the time in Fellow Laborers when we were all jerked out of bed in the middle of the night and told to report to limb in the middle of the night. This was a twenty minute drive. Got there, were screamed at by the limb leader, J** M**ne, and dismissed en masse. Nowhere to go, no idea why. Weighed in the balance of an unknown judge and found wanting in unknown ways for unknown reasons. We were later reinstated, except for a few hapless souls. Later, I realized the purpose of this little exercise was to keep us off balance and fearful, dependent and confused.

I think the artist's parents may have been in family way corps when we were.