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Suz, tall and skinny would fit the bill.. he was about six foot seven. I think he came from Eugene Oregon.

Probably really blames the dead guy- "recalcitrant bast*** just wouldn't cooperate".

The only time I ever heard about raising da dead.. an old vey leader went in a funeral parlor, said "stand back" and "In da name of JC, get up" and nothing happened. Guy was still as dead and as cold as you can get.. just practicing, I guess.

I don't know if anybody else remembers the old Wendy's commercial. The competition showing off their wonderful and best newest burger. Can't see the patty with a magnifying glass.. the little old lady counters their claims with "where's the beef?" Kind of makes me think of Da Vey's claims. "We teach our people how to have power in their lives". Where's the beef? When is the last time ANYBODY in that organization honestly and genuinely manifested the power of God and heal anybody? Raise anybody from the dead? Work a real miracle, other than "believing" for a parking place in front of a store? Exies suggestion on another thread got me going on this.. drag your dead dog to "twig" and ask if they can raise it from the dead.. heh heh. Cripe, they couldn't even jump start a stinking dead dog, no less a human being. So what's up? Do they not even believe in "da manifestations" any more? I did ask these kind of questions when I first started going to twig.. answers I got were vague. "We don't tell everybody about it because we don't want people to just come to get healed. They need to hear the verd" was one explanation I heard. Seems the miracles in Acts were ones that "shook the community". Ones that could not be denied. Getting your favorite parking place need not apply. So where are all the miracles? All da power? Or are they Vey words, crafted to carefully explain the lack therof?

How about this lady? Just remembered her from old days in WVA. Anybody know?

"had more personal problems than a toilet cleaner at a bean factory in Tiajuana" Priceless, Uncle Harry.

Heh heh.. your bible and belongings would likely follow shortly after..

Yep.. I know it was quite serious.. makes me wonder though- how in the world did we get people not right in the head in charge? And these guys opinions or mere suggestions were "tantamount to a command". Friggin lunatics. Maybe not all- but quite a few.

Heh heh heh.. at least it would be a "lively" meeting for a change!

heh heh..

Holy cow.. when I think I had it bad, I remind myself that it could have been far worse.. coulda been corpse.

When asked to regurgitate, or rather, "share" the latest vey rag article, be sure to omit the words prevailing, household, abundance, obedience and giving from your little presentation. That oughta do it..

Funny.. your dad sure would have had an interesting poker night.

Too bad I didn't go in the corpses.. all this stuff wouldve driven them bonkers on my birth to corpses thingy.

When I was ten or so, I started eating dog biscuits. After reading the ingredients, I quit eating dog biscuits.

I wonder how many corpse leaders believed in the global conspiracy to contaminate our precious bodily fluids.. or at least to contaminate our precious hotel coffee.

"funny in the head" kinda reminds me of one of my favorite movies of all times.. Dr. Strangelove. "Premier Kissoff, well, ahem, a funny little thing happened. One of our generals, well, went funny in the head".

Well.. how about- circulate a paper condemning adultery. That got at least one guy kicked out.. plus anybody that read it! Wonder what would happen now.

My my, things were different, at least for some of us. Nowadays I bet any productions are scheduled weeks in advance- even for little stick in the middle of nowhere meetings.

Cripe, with all the huff and puff they do about having power and stuff, that's the least they could do for you.. "Over a HUMDRED classes and extensive training, and you can't even raise a stinkin dog from the dead????"

I discovered how to "test" nine volt batteries at a young age. Just apply the terminals to tongue. A fresh battery has just that certain bite..

After the meeting, talk about ANYTHING except for how "blessed" da verd as presented by the convening Mog/Moggette has made you. Talk about sports, the weather- you will stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. Double that for class break times. Talk about ANYTHING that does not support or is not directly related to the evening session, and you're gone.

You could always refuse to pay for the newest, fandangled, best of the best classes. The effects may not be quite immediate, but if you can't "keep up" with the rest, ultimately, you will dissappear out the back door.

Heh heh.. well, I guess crap does not always float.