Goo,
I warned you about the chat room!
TMS
but it's not as if i've got two heads or anything!!!.
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goo.
Goo,
I warned you about the chat room!
TMS
"i love my parents more than anything.
they gave me unconditional love.
they said, 'son, we love you whether you succeed or fail.
The prodigal son illustration/parable is the only answer.
But what's a parent to do if his son/daughter doesn't fit the regular pioneer/ministerial servant/bethel/gilead mold???
Reject them as unfit failures!
TMS
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
youll never, never, never reach the sky .
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
Sliding back to the original protest-song topic, many householders used the desparaging term "draft-dodger" at the door. I always knew where my draft card was and was quick to retrieve it, showing I had not "dodged" the draft, but was duly registered and had received a IVD classification(MINISTER OF RELIGION).
My commonality with the "peaceknicks" was narrow. I was not anti-Vietnam, per se or anti-war. I believed in God's great final war. Thus, I was not a pacifist. But I was not willing to absorb a Nipponized bit of the old 6th Ave. El or as General Sherman said: "War is ----."
TMS
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
youll never, never, never reach the sky .
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
You are aware this is the organization that used to send it reps out with phonograph recordings of its President to play for the householder???
TMS
i was just thinking that the 'goodness' jw's display doesn't necessarily have to be 'pure' goodness, if u know what i mean.. i mean they become so obsessed and dependant on the wts telling them what they can, can't, should, shouldn't, will, and wont do that they no longer make 'pure' judgements for themselves.
even if what the wts is 'good, christian advice', as long as they're not deciding to do it themselves, it loses the righteousness that making decisions, good and bad, is all about.. it's like having really domineering parents who tell u exactly what to do, u do it through fear, not through the will to do good, u don't learn, u only learn to obey.. any comments?.
merry sundays.
Are you making the "righteous" man, "good" man distinction?
TMS
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
youll never, never, never reach the sky .
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
COMF:
U may have encountered Dale T., ex-circuit overseer, who held the Society's outline out in front of him, in plain view, during every talk, monitoring the speaker's adherence to the script.
Speakers who strayed from the outline were never invited back.
"Hey Jude, don't be afraid. Take a sad song and make it better."
TMS
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
youll never, never, never reach the sky .
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
Outaservice,
The rendezvous was where we met for service, not a call! LOL
At least that was the new terminology in the "Lamp" book. I preferred "area study" and "contact point", like it was when I was growing up.
You've made a good point, though. Isn't it funny that we had to second-guess ourselves as to even the wording of our prayers, making certain they were "new light" accurate?
TMS
most normal people i know, and am around look forward to the weekend and nice weather.
even though i have not been a publisher for many years now, i still assoicate week-ends with taking the group out in service and baby sitting a lot of the kids from the hall.
what a pleasure monday mornings were when i could go back to work!.
Its the same old "snow during school" syndrome. It's delicious freedom. The cancelled book study. The no-show meeting for service. Sometimes, the meeting before Memorial so it won't "detract" from that special occasion.
Old feelings die hard.
TMS
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
youll never, never, never reach the sky .
sky pilot.....sky pilot .
Being an active Witness in the 60's could be a heady experience. The anti-war and civil rights movements seemed to almost run parallel to JW theology for a minute or two.
My Volkswagen am car radio blared songs of protest as I drove from one return visit(back call) to the other. One of these protest songs was:
SKY PILOT
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
He’s there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he’s a good holy man
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them its all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there’ll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he’s still behind and he’ll meditate
But it won’t stop the bleeding or ease the hate
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you’re never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said
Sky pilot.....sky Pilot
How high can you fly
You’ll never, never, never reach the sky
You’re soldiers of God you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell
In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
"Thou shalt not kill"
Sky pilot.....sky pilot
How high can you fly
You never, never, never reach the sky
Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" was also one of my favorites:
"Look at all the hate there is in Red China. Then take a look around at Selma, Alabama. . . . . No, no, no you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction!"
Robert Zimmerman's "Blowin" In the Wind" was almost a Witness anthem.
Those were the days. A case of "Truth" books and a case of "Evolution" books in the hatch of my VW bug and my wife and I were off to the Gulf of Mexico to talk to the hippies and vacationers. "Heavy, dude!"
TMS
fyi--.
& other personnel.
writing correspondence personnel, patterson, ny (incomplete).
Two close personal friends, who served at Bethel in the 50's discouraged me from making Bethel my goal.
Charlie M. was a "Grizzly Adams" sort, who at the age of 14 would spend a whole week in the woods, tenting, hunting and fending for himself. He was soft-spoken, intelligent and a deep lover of Jehovah. His parents were Regular Pioneers, although his dad was legally blind.
Charlie resigned from Bethel about 1959 and returned to the northwest. He said very little about Bethel life, but simply said: "This is an organization of imperfect people." He told me: "XXX, you can do a lot more good at people's door with the Bible in your hand."
Another close friend, George P., was at Bethel in the early 50's, suffering a breakdown. Today, he would be called bi-polar. He remained an intermittant witness for a number of years, but did not recommend Bethel service to me.
My impression was that serving at Bethel de-mystified the organization to young men, putting everything on almost a secular level. I believe, subconsiously, this was why I never wanted to visit Bethel,(although I did stop briefly as a teen-ager after the 1958 assembly.)
The stories, anecdotes, juicy tidbits(Harley Miller's colored shirts in the 70's)flowing out of the Society's headquarters made we wince.
Let the Bethel boys print the books. I'll just place and explain them.
TMS