Just heard of an experience that proves what I have thought all along about the unique type of love in the JDubya religion.
An elderly, handicapped JDubya acquaintance was traveling alone through the mid-west recently and found themselves stranded in Denver, Colorado due to dangerous road conditions. Not knowing anyone, and having no way to get from place to place on their own they made a number of phone calls. Finally they were able to get in contact with an oh so christian "sister" who had with her husband spent many decades in Bethel. They asked if there would be any way they could at the very least get someone to keep them company for a few hours. The "sister" informed the stranded JDubya that she and her husband were just going out the door for field serve us and that they would return the call as soon as the meeting for serve us was done. Surprise, surprise, no return phone call. Calls from the stranded JDubya only went to voice mail after that, and none were returned. Thanks to the oh so loving "brotherhood" this handicapped, elderly person spent a full day and then a cold night alone stranded in the Denver bus station.
Can you feel the love?