The congregation I grew up in had about 5 or 6 anointed. The chief freakazoid thought he was slightly lower than Jehovah and we attended the Congregation of "Norm". He had a penchant for puke green and that was the only color scheme allowed. It took years to get curtains put on the windows because he thought they were the handmaiden of the devil or some such craziness. He never had curtains on his windows at home. This psycho was so important that he never never never walked in to the hall with his wife. One day she fell in the parking lot and could not get up. Fortunately, I came along very shortly after her fall and I helped her into the hall. She was also of the anointed, but one of the sweetest people I have ever known. I enjoyed telling the chief freakazoid off many many years later when my pedophile elder non-father figure was finally df'd for pedophilia (just 20 years and countless victims too late). I walked up to Norm and reminded him of the jc I was forced to submit to at age 10 where I was accused of lying about the abuse and how justice was now being served in some capacity with the df'ing of that lying sack of crap. Norm never spoke to me again (thank goodness). On a side note--don't you love an organization that will reinstate a molester after 1 year and then you have the poor people who are bipolar that get df'd for years because they go off on uncontrolled sexual binges with consenting Adults. And then they try to commit suicide from the anguish they feel--have two friends who are going through that. Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry for getting OT--that is a pet peeve of mine.
Another anointed sister in the hall would sit out on her porch looking for the UFO's that came down to visit her. Really! I think that must be why she never showered--to hold the aliens at bay. Since I was single, I was volunteered to pick her up for the meetings...nothing like riding in a car in the dead of winter with your window wide open so you can breathe.
So you decide--are they normal?