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Thank you Paw, for giving us all a place to learn, to share, to heal. I first walked into the Cafe 10 years ago, and the hot coffee, warm cinnimon buns and friendly smiles all helped me in the process of beginning to heal as I walked away after 20 years "in the way." Over the years, as the pain faded, I visited less and less, like growing up and moving on, but still wanting to come home every once in a while - but slowly, the hometown changes, the stores close, the friends you had move away, and you come to the inevitable realization that the best you can do is forgive and forget the bad times, cling to the happy memories, and just move on making tomorrow a better day than yesterday. Thank you Paw, and all the rest of you, for being one of those hapy memories for which I will always be grateful. Wishing you all a long, happy life with whatever you do - and maybe we can all sit down around a big ole pot of joe after the Bema. Ken

I was inthe College program in Emporia in 84-85. Looking for old friends - any info on Sandy from Australia, in the WC that year in Emporia, who be appreciated

Hell, one time a few years back, money was so tight I had to get a load of groceries from a shelter - no one in the Wayless ever offered to help. It was one of those moments in life I thought about when I told my coordinator to go stick it up his horn of plenty.

We're discussing other issues on the Open Forum, but I'm thinking here while watching trucks of relief supplies rolling through the base here that if I was still in the Way, I wouldn't be here. Their corporate philosophy on disasters was always to blame the victims for their sin, and refuse to allow anyone to donate anything that coould cut into the time or money devoted to the Way. Theres a 10 year void in my life when I didn't help anyone outside of the ministry. I've very blessed by the love and response of everyone hanging out at the Cafe, offering up their time, money, homes etc for the victims of this event. You'all are wonderful, showing your love of God in Christ to the world now!!!

Although I often get on here to post a bit of levity, this time I'd like to post a serious message. At this moment, Im pulling 12 hr night duty on Maxwell Air Force Base, AL, running a communications van as hundreds of semis are rolling onto an airfield full of ice, water, meals, tarps, and other emergency supplies, getting ready to roll into the damage zones as they become accessible. The media has portrayed this event as a monumental screwup on the part of the President, or even racially motivated, but in my eyes, I see hundreds of federal employees working 24 hours a day, getting things ready. We began to mobilize before the hurricane even hit, but the general public doesn't understand the time it takes to fully mobilize supplies and personnel for this emormous mission. I take offense with anyone saying that the efforts were affected by matters of race or class. I didn't ask the skin color of the victims before departing for this location. The sheer fact that the people of New Orleans didn't or couldn't evacuate is a shame, but any community in the country would have had the same ratio of the poor, elderly and homeless which would have been effected by a major disaster. America IS responding, millions of dollars are being donated, and millions of supplies are now arriving. I am proud of the response of our country in this terrible time of need!

Sorry bout the wife comment - it does seem cold from a distance, but the fact of the matter was that the Ministry NEVER helped us, in fact drove a wedge between us ending in divorce, blaming her for her "unbelief" - maybe if they knew anything about the power of God, she might have been healed - whatcha think???

Duh, hit the wrong button In the Way Out of the Way 1980-2000 2002-2005 Sickness often Perfect health 50,000 salary 90,000 salary Sick 40 y.o. old wife 28 y.o. model g.f. No revelation Seeing visions No love of self Helping others All routine service Exciting bible Drunk & lost Clean & Happy Crappy house Beautiful new home BEING OUT OF THE WAY -- PRICELESS!!!!!!

In the Way 1980-2000

Well, "Beautiful Ohio" DID wake us all up screaming every day at the Rock!

I conducted years of indepth research (actually about 5 minutes, but I'm bored at work)into this term, and found that Loyboytoy misquoted a commonly used phrase (what else is new) - the common varient, and no doubt the ancestor is a GREASE SPOT ON THE HIGHWAY OF LIFE - once again, the boys from Brazil couldn't even plagerize them correctly!!!!

Yesterday, on a rerun if Seinfeld, Jery said that the best revenge is to live a successful life. Eat this, Way Ministry: 2000 (in the Ministry) $45,000 in consumer debt Sick wife in and out of hospitals Unappreciative kids Driving 50 miles each way to fellowship Out of touch with God, no communication Crappy fallin' down farmhouse Drunk & miserable all the time Feel lost, alone and ready to live in a cardboard box on the street 2005 (out of Ministry 5 years) Out of debt New $170,000 house Young, ex-beauty pagent winner girlfriend Great Christian fellowship I go to Signs, miracles and wonders abound Feel loved, needed, wanted The Abundant Life, yeah, after I got "out of the Way"

Oh, the happy memories of spending a holiday in Emporia!!!!! Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Way, Not a creature was happy, it all seemed so gay; The stockings were all folded and deep in their drawers, in fear that the Way Corps soon would be there; The children were crying, alone in their beds, While thoughts of wood spoons danced in their hands. The bunkbeds were full, to us just a "day", Cuz we'd celebrated September, now so far away. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, We all sprung from our bunks to see what was the matter. Away down the hall we all ran in a flash, then out the wood doors and the swing we did pass. The stench of the cow farm hit us just like bricks, 5 feet of deep snow, Kansas winters so stinks When, what to our bleery eyes should appear, But a large power cushman, and eight nasty Corps men With a fat little blind guy, so drunk to the quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Vic. More ugly than old hags the Corps guys they came, They yelled, and they shouted, and called us by name(tag) Now First Corps,Now Second, Now Third and the Fourth, Now RegTags, Now Staff, Now Juniors and more. And then, in a twinkling, I saw in the lawn, The prancing and pawing of each little pawn. The stump of his see-gar he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke filled the air with the stench so you reek. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon let us know we had something to dread. He spoke not a word, but just pointed toward class, And let us all know to march there, and get there quite fast. He sprang to the podium, and taught for 6 hours, Because we weren't bound by days, seasons, or hours, And when we were weary, and famished and ....ed, He said "Happy Ho Ho, see what you have missed!" MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIENDS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL, AND GLAD TO ENJOY THE FREEDOM GOD INTENDED!!!!!

I learned how to REALLY believe outside of the way - my retirement IRA went from 29,000 to 37,000 in the last three months - eat that, Rosie!!!!

They should hold their meetings in Orlando - they're all f%^ing goofy in that mickeymouse organization anyway