i also know that some out there will hear my words and the spirit will bear witness to you that i speak truth.
do not speak out against the leaders or the government.
they can do nothing to change what has been set in motion and neither can you.
Look, winnower, I just read your huge post and I never read long posts because they hurt. I hope you appreciate my time.
In fact I had to go back and reread some parts a few times to try to get your drift. Then at the last I realize you are saying the Paradise Earth is a delusion, one of the few beliefs I still retain from the witnesses. So it was all for nothing anyway.
And I still don't think the math adds up, more like 5 weeks.
Oh, my eyes. Anybody have a sight for my sore eyes?
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many prominent figures are reptilian, including George W. Bush, Queen Elizabeth II, Kris Kristofferson, and Boxcar Willie. [3] [5]
Everyone knows those people aren't reptiles, except maybe Queen Lizard Breath.
okay, i'm closing in on 500 posts, but have almost no 'new topics' to my name.
i don't feel like starting anything profoundly spiritual.
so, i'll share this tip that has worked for my kinfolk.. on both sides of my family, we frequently suffer from nighttime leg craps.
LOL....Ninja
my old hall was made up of mostly 3 large families, with some extended added in.
all seemed to be related in one way or another, several generations represented.. coming in from the world at the age of 28, i never really felt that i belonged there.
i stuck it out for 13 years.
I can so relate to this. My hall also had three big familes running it. I was never accepted, but I always thought it was just me, because I'm a person that doesn't fit in easily anywhere. I always wondered why no one ever took me under their wing to work with me, but always made snide remarks about me not doing enough.
Before I came on this board, I had no concept of converted versus born-in. Now I see they are two different worlds.
Great post, wildfell. I also think it might be more to do with turf than religion. The elders in my hall had been there a million years. I wonder if it might have been different in a hall where all the elders were fairly new to the area. And yes, you have no one. Your worldly family is gone and you have no family on the inside. I didn't even have a spouse to come in with me.
In a dozen years, two of the elders never even spoke to me; would turn and go the other way every time I approached them to say hello.
I've been sitting here thinking of all the people I knew - and you know, most of the converted were always on the fringes. Only if you were a somebody in the world were you fawned over. I really think most of those people are gone now....faded away. I always worried when we would lose another one, because they always seemed to be the nice people.
when i started driving in 1965, gas cost 29 cents a gallon.
when you pulled into the gas station guys would come out and wash the car windows, check the oil, and put air in the tires!
this is in california in the 60s.
Not to hijack the thread but can someone please explain to me what Taffy is?
Taffy is more of a texture, I guess. Stretchy and tough, like Tootsie Rolls or Starburst? Do you have those?
Hope, I'm impressed, you painted your own car?
when i started driving in 1965, gas cost 29 cents a gallon.
when you pulled into the gas station guys would come out and wash the car windows, check the oil, and put air in the tires!
this is in california in the 60s.
Yes, Cas, I remember Kits! I'd forgotten all about them. Kind of a taffy. I can't think of the other sucker though. btw, nice legs, you changed your avatar.
Mouthy, you are just too much.
when i started driving in 1965, gas cost 29 cents a gallon.
when you pulled into the gas station guys would come out and wash the car windows, check the oil, and put air in the tires!
this is in california in the 60s.
Winner suckers were big hard candy suckers that came in grape and cherry. They were 5 cents. Some of them had a piece of paper underneath the wrapper that said "winner". If you were the lucky winner, you got another sucker for free.
My first car was a 68 Ford Galaxy 500 - $800 (which I had to pay for myself, of course). Even though it was only six years old, to a teenager, it felt ancient, and I couldn't really appreciate it then. But that was a slick ol' car - wish I had it now.
i was always uncomfortable singing at the meetings when i was a kid.
as an adult, i rarely if ever sing anymore because i think it is a joke.
sit down, listen for 45 minutes.
I've never laughed so much on one thread. Keyser soze and alexia cracked me up!
I never noticed the extra legs.
One thing that might help them is to put them in a little lower key. Most people in those small congregations cannot sing that high. And that EON-long pause at the end of each verse - nobody ever knew exactly when to come back in. It was some pitiful singing.
when i started driving in 1965, gas cost 29 cents a gallon.
when you pulled into the gas station guys would come out and wash the car windows, check the oil, and put air in the tires!
this is in california in the 60s.
Does anyone remember Winner suckers?
Really excellent points - concise, informative and entertaining. That "amen to that, brother!" comment was a real knee slapper. Didn't expect that. This is the best one I've read. Thanks.
