what is the difference between the way the gb are viewed/treated by jw's,even dead gb members, and the way saints are in the rc and orthodox churches etc ?.
Beatification: In the Roman Catholic Church, a declaration by the Pope that a dead person is in a state of bliss, constituting a step toward canonization and permitting public veneration.
The Devil's Advocate: Likewise, in the RCC, where the term originated, this individual is appointed to present arguments against the proposed canonization of the deceased as a saint. Not only has the term been misapplied in everyday usage, but the office has been emptied of all its advocates by the Pope.
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
Thanks, Village Idiot:
This film clip was totally new to me, and certainly apropos!
I really enjoyed it.
it has to have happened.
people get stressed out, an elder or overseer takes just two steps over the line and gets a fat lip for his trouble.. does that ever happen?
or maybe someone "counsels" a brother at the wrong time and tempers flare at the old kingdom hall?.
Figurative "popping." In this case, the entire BOE.
Regarding very sensitive family issues, the elders never talked to me and asked what was going on nor did they offer help. A few letters to the Society, from me, seemed to get their attention.
As I have related in other threads, privileges were taken away from me but never was there a word of explanation, never advance notice.
"POP!"
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
It seemed but yesterday though, Heaven knows,
it has been millennia since I embarked upon that
peaceful, dusty sleep.
Then, so startling, comes the clarion call from
quickened legions that the hour has arrived to
rise and be awake.
The celebrators of Earth and Moon beckon that
all rejoice as Sky unfolds and Earth proceeds
to kiss our Lady Moon.
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
Thanks, snowbird, nancy, OUTLAW:
Looks like OUTLAW is on the better end of the shovel!
Not so much the hope of Heaven as taught in Christianity; I just wanna be up in the sky with the clouds, floating about . . .
On my own power, like Icarus, but not too close to the sun.
Where I live now, we have redwoods, but not the coastal fog. The summers are hot.
THE SEVEN REDWOODS
Seated in a lounge of cushioned steel, I lean
back and follow my wandering eyes up seven
towering trunks till their limbs and needles mass
as one, hiding rigid shafts that pierce the sky.
Removed from native soil and coastal fogs, I
marvel that dry and hot have harmed us not.
I, too, was born in mist but truly grew though
warmth was scarce and a steely cool prevailed.
Thrive I do amidst a scorching heat, the parching
wind; like our trees, somehow, we shall survive.
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
THE WANDERER
I am going home, yet not without sorrow;
for too long have I been adrift.
There was no place to call my own nor
anyone to take me in.
The price I paid for careless days of youth
spent has been far too dear.
I look upward to a welcoming sky that beckons,
reassuring that, soon, this
wanderer shall be home, in the warm and loving
embrace of the cosmos . . .
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
Thank you, wifibandit, for your question.
Yes, that is mine, I'll post more soon.
I appreciate your thoughts very much.
my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
MY DAY'S LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY winds down.
Infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her
Welcomed embrace.
I have no reason to fear the inevitable,
That transition into a higher and
More glorious state
Than allowed me upon this
Beautiful but angst-filled
Habitation.
I rejoice in what has been
Prepared from early on.
I await the call . . .
I watch the black oaks of my woods sway gently against an early morning expanse that is an uncharacteristic gray, but a gray illumined by a softer and gentler summer's sun.
What yesterday had been the regal, glossy green leaves of the stately sentinels are today, rather, a buffed sage foliage that I do not recall ever having viewed before. Somehow, the look, the feel, the mood that overtake me at this moment transport me back to the foggy coast of my youth. At that particular time of my life, I was not so taken with the unrelenting cool of a Pacific summer.
Now, in this land of perpetual sun whose increasing rise in temperature is, in a frightening way, relentless, this sudden and uncommon wafting of damp and fresh upon my body is healing . . .
