for those that have entirely left, what was it that first got you seriously thinking that this really wasn't the truth?
for those that may be in just mentally, you can answer too....
Being raised in it,there had always been a sense that something wasn't right .
One day I got a phone call. I was told I would be publicly reproved if I reported a certain matter to the civil authorities.
Too late, it had already been reported. Never got reproved, did get marked.
After that I began searching for a painless way to escape .
nilfun, who has learned the meaning of the phrase "no pain, no gain".
fun things for us apostates to do at the kh..
pull aside an unruly child and say: "if you're bad in here, you'll go to die at armageddon.".
put stray dogs in library.
Hilarious! lol....
did you know that angels helped charles lindbergh traverse the atlantic?.
"at times, voices come out of the air itself, clear yet far away, traveling through distances that cant be measured by the scale of human miles, familiar voices, conversing and advising on my flight, discussing problems of my navigation, reassuring me, giving me messages of importance unattainable in ordinary life.. .
apparently in 1927 god (via the angels) decided to help charles lindbergh fly the spirit of st. louis to paris.. i read about it here: http://www.beliefnet.com/frameset.asp?pageloc=/story/115/story_11545_1.html&boardid=47119.
Nathan Natas, RandomTask: You guys may be on to something.....
nilfun, who wonders why God sends angels to help only some of the time
did you know that angels helped charles lindbergh traverse the atlantic?.
"at times, voices come out of the air itself, clear yet far away, traveling through distances that cant be measured by the scale of human miles, familiar voices, conversing and advising on my flight, discussing problems of my navigation, reassuring me, giving me messages of importance unattainable in ordinary life.. .
apparently in 1927 god (via the angels) decided to help charles lindbergh fly the spirit of st. louis to paris.. i read about it here: http://www.beliefnet.com/frameset.asp?pageloc=/story/115/story_11545_1.html&boardid=47119.
Did you know that angels helped Charles Lindbergh traverse the Atlantic?
"At times, voices come out of the air itself, clear yet far away, traveling through distances that cant be measured by the scale of human miles, familiar voices, conversing and advising on my flight, discussing problems of my navigation, reassuring me, giving me messages of importance unattainable in ordinary life.
Apparently in 1927 God (via the angels) decided to help Charles Lindbergh fly the Spirit of St. Louis to Paris.
I read about it here: http://www.beliefnet.com/frameset.asp?pageLoc=/story/115/story_11545_1.html&boardID=47119
I know the article's aim was to be uplifting, but I couldn't help feeling uneasy after reading it.
If angels aided Lindbergh in 1927, why could they not aid his baby boy five years later?
Where was his guardian angel?
a perturbed nilfun
shari, .
i just wanted to state this for all to see.
you are someone that i hold in very high esteem.
i spent an hour looking at this site and decided to join.
i was a jw from 1973 to 1986. yikes!
not a smart thing to do.
Welcome!
we were helped to appreciate the wonderful blessings from auxiliary pioneering.we may not be able to get to visit the householders, especially when it's pouring rain or snowing, but at least we can warm up in the car and enjoy upbuilding association in the car with the heater on.........that's it in a nutshell.
what do you think??
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would you be able to take this guy seriously from the platform?
GUFFAW!
making my assent into the cloud covered peak above.
seeking a destination my mind had not yet revealed to me.
my hands ached from the bitter cold, as i gripped each rock and worked my way along what looked like some ancient path.
Yes.
Reminds me of something I read once about the fairytale Rumplestiltskin.
Is spinning straw into gold impossible?
I used to think so.
Thanks for your posts, Dragon. I like reading them.
making my assent into the cloud covered peak above.
seeking a destination my mind had not yet revealed to me.
my hands ached from the bitter cold, as i gripped each rock and worked my way along what looked like some ancient path.
Cool dream...tho sometimes a centrifugal life must precede a centripedal one.
i live in the south , very heavy bible belt.
there is a church on every corner.
they always have a sign out front with some very corny saying.
Didn't see this one personally:
"Sermon for Sunday: What is Hell like?"
Just below was the message:
"Come in and hear our choir sing."
edited to add:
Ok a CORNY one: I was going to waste, but Jesus recycled me.
Edited by - nilfun on 18 October 2002 16:12:46
