here is an article in the current study copy of the wt.
tell me your thoughts and i will tell you mine.!
this is a topic that i am very sensitive about, as i could never see not protecting my family, even if that meant using whatever means at hand to do so!
So if we don't have a gun to protect ourselves we should call on someone who has a gun (police) to protect us. The WTBS would do this in a heart beat if trouble happened at Warwick.
Jesus didn't tell Peter to throw the sword away, but to just put it back into the sheath. Jesus was well aware that Peter had the sword.
For those thinking of fading this would be a way of getting out of responsibility. Let the elders know you have a gun and bam! you no longer are a elder or MS.
so you’re working about forty six hours a week at bethel.
monday night was the bethel watchtower study, tuesdays and fridays nights were your meeting nights at the kingdom hall.
that was your free time.
Dam Sparky! I wish I knew you were good at pool. I guess the subject never came at the hall, go figure.
so you’re working about forty six hours a week at bethel.
monday night was the bethel watchtower study, tuesdays and fridays nights were your meeting nights at the kingdom hall.
that was your free time.
I really like the Plymouth Deli not far from Bethel. As far as health, thank god I did not have a problem.
I G-jobbed at the farm and not in Brooklyn. I strung barb wire on a sheep farm, mowed lawns. Even hustled at pool in one of the road houses in the mountains. After all I had a car to support.
we wanted sex too.
so why did he get married?
so they punishment you for leaving bethel and getting married?
One last note: If you left before your time the Society would send a letter to your draft board stating that you were no longer a full time minister! What a way to treat volunteers.
As far as married brothers, they never had an all night watchmen duty. Their excuse was because of the needs of their wife at night. I'm not kidding. Any exbethelites want to verify this. I found this out at the farm when I had weekend duties at farm 2. The warped thinking and reasoning of the Society still amazes me.
chapter 25. lola la la la lola.
i’m not sure where i met steve h but it was love at first sight.
not physical love, thought looking back i don’t think he would have minded that.
I remember that when someone jumped off the Towers. He hit the window sill of my room and this knocked him toward the street sign. I had a bunch of potted plants on the sill.
Do you remember when Phil Wilcox got his hand in the press and it took off a finger? I think it was press 35. I pulled the rollers out of the color section and saw his finger fall down.
Do you remember the "Mr. David Convention" at the St. George Hotel? That was my first introduction into the gay community. I was from the back woods of the south.
chapter 24. feed the rounder.
i was dying everyday on the machines.
i prayed.
I was on the third floor of the Towers. It looked out the front of the hotel above the entrance. My room mate was Joel Reed. We had our own bath room, each had a walkin closet. Not bad.
New boy do you remember Norman Dignard and his make ready crew? Ha Ha. What was your impression of Richard Wheelock?
chapter 24. feed the rounder.
i was dying everyday on the machines.
i prayed.
I roomed there when I first got to Bethel. It was high on the bid list. Roomed at Towers mostly.
chapter 24. feed the rounder.
i was dying everyday on the machines.
i prayed.
Did you room in 58?
You mean down at Squibb?
chapter 24. feed the rounder.
i was dying everyday on the machines.
i prayed.
I think I remember you. I worked on press #2 across from Wheellock's office building one.
Press room "animals". I remember being called that. Pressman were a different breed from all the others in the factory.
chapter 23.
in 1970 i saw a move that changed my life forever.
which looking back, would have been a total blessing from god.
Eugene Alcorn!! "Corn" is what I called him as we worked on press #8. He called himself ni--er charley, when I was introduced to him in the press room. He was wild!! Once he bent over to adjust the press rollers I shoved a broom handle up his ass, there was a hole in his pants. He had a sense of humor about it. Could I tell some x rated stories about him!
