DogLover

This may sidetrack the issue, but here goes: Why don't those folks get together for fellowship and help local people or the charity of their choice and forget about sending money to the Way? It's not like they couldn't still read or study the Bible.

That said, I think it is appalling how the Way has treated the most faithful of its staff over the years when they age.

I was very sad to hear that Krystyne died suddenly... I knew her in North Carolina when her mother, Connie, was married to Doug Emerson. We all called her Krissy then ... very sweet, bright three and four year old, when I knew her. That part of the ROA 1972 film of Connie holding her and them exchanging kisses is one of my favorite parts of the film. The back of the head of her father, Doug, is visible nearby as he talks to someone who appears to have a clipboard.

The administrator of the site is Howard Walker, Way Corps 11. The site is classified Secret, meaning that anything you post there does not come up on Google or Bing, etc. when you do a search of the person's name. Only that you are on Facebook.

Yeah, ask Bo and Stanley Reahard if they got to keep the house on TWI property that their family built. Not!

Skyrider,

Thanks for cleaning that up. I do remember seeing the semi, and it was in no way as glamorous and decked out as was described earlier. Just a bland serviceable vehicle.

There must have been some 18-wheeler owned by the Way as recent as 1984 (and probably beyond) because one such truck moved all the goods that went from HQ to Gunnison and back again and transported all the Way Corps's luggage they chose to box up and send on those trucks, as well as any Way Corps's bicycles they chose to send.

i was thinking the vpw kid clone was sarah's and kevin's child

maybe i'm wrong

Kevin and Sara Guigou have three grown children ... twins named Micah and Grant and a daughter named Dottie, all married. Victor Wierwille is John Paul's son....so Sara would be Victor's uncle. SOWERS is sort of part of the ministry that Kevin is ordained in in Tipp City, Ohio .. the one John Shroyer started when he was kicked out. The name escapes me momentarily.

Two times during the Fall Block at Emporia in 1984, large numbers of the Corps came down with Strep Throat. It passed quickly from person to person because we lived so closely. Both times the campus was quarantined for a few days. Those of us that were sick (I was both times) were put in rooms together, usually on the same hall, so that those that were not sick would not get sick. John Lynn was in the Rotary Club with one of the pharmacists at the drug store nearest Owens Hall (there was one on the other side of the campus near Emporia Hall also) .. and arranged with the guy to get antibiotics for ten days for anyone who had Strep. We were responsible to give a note with our name on it and $5, including a special note if we were allergic to penicillin so that we could be given an alternative antibiotic. The meds were delivered to us with our name on them. As I said, this happened twice.

People came into the rooms where we were staying with our meals, wearing the bandana over their nose and mouth that had been required on the What to Bring list, looking much like the outlaws that robbed banks in the Old West. The Corps program closed down for about three days both times, as I recall.

Previously, when I thought I had strep throat and had been given raw potatoes to eat by Third Aid, I got dressed, walked across to the other pharmacy and asked for what I wanted, explaining to them that my father had been a pharmacist (he died just before I came into the Corps in 1982) and owned a drug store (which he had) and that I knew penicillin was what I needed. He gave it to me for $4 for a ten-day dose. Evidently, the Rotarian made a bit more of a profit.

I just checked the Amplified Bible... In Genesis 2:5-6. it states: (5) When no plant of the field was yet in the earth and no herb of the field had yet sprung up, for the Lord God had not yet caused it to rain upon the earth and there was no man to till the ground, (6) But there went up a mist (fog, vapor) from the land and watered the whole surface of the ground--

Then it goes on to say that "Then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground...etc."

Later on, in Genesis 7:11, it says, "In the year 600 of Noah's life, in the seventeenth day of the second month, that same day all the fountains of the great deep were broken up and burst forth, and the windows and floodgates of the heavens were opened."

There is no biblical evidence to support the idea that the mist went up from the land to water the whole surface once man had been formed, made, and created.

Rottie Grrrl ... Check your private messages for the answers to what you were wondering.

I remember both those things. I was introduced to Steed Engine Oil Additive at the ECU Way Home in Greenville, NC in 1972 at a Leaders' Meeting. It was my first meeting there, and I could not quite see the relationship between Steed and the Bible.

Two of my WOW brothers washed windows in Chicago in 1980-81, one for part of the year and one, the Corps fellow, all year long. You can imagine how very cold it was to wash windows in the winter in Chicago ... he had to use straight antifreeze with no water ... the window-washing stuff you put in your car's windshield washing thing is what he used. He got his first account from a Corps grad from the area who owned a window-washing business, and for those accounts, he had to pay JN a percentage, but any accounts he got on his own, he kept the full amount. It was hard work, but it was an ideal situation for him ... he could always get off for WOW or Corps stuff and he really had no other marketable skills. My WOW sister and I worked in offices. I think back on a lot of the folks that I knew that washed windows, and often it was done for those very same reasons ... flexibility and no other good way to make enough money.

Okay I have to comment on this...

Happy TRAILS? The cowboy song? The Wayfers sang that??? Huh?

Wayfers would sing that to anyone who had been visiting and was leaving and wave their napkins at the end.

I was never on setup at the Rock of Ages, but if I remember correctly, that setup crew had to string chairs for the entire Big Top (and I guess in all the other big tents with chairs, too) between teachings. What a humongous waste of manpower and people's time!

When I was at Gunnison in early 1985, our twig was in charge of setup in the meeting room above the dining hall in the Gunnison. I remember one night in particular that we had set up, checked, and rechecked the chairs, then went back to our cabins to get dressed for the meeting. We were called back by T*m Jen*in*son and yelled at because the chairs were all in disarray ... and they were! I think to this day that he did that himself just so he could yell.

Hard to imagine he had time for that later when he was trying to get a married friend of mine to service him when he was at Emporia. The husband of the woman wanted her to go along with it so he would be able to move up in the Corps. That eventually let to their divorce ... I mean, how could someone really love his wife and let that b*st*ard anywhere near her? It amazes me that Mrs. TJ now is a marriage counselor ... what a joke! But I digress from stringing...

My good friend, Lisa, called me tonight just after ten pm to tell me that their black Lab mix, an adorable 12-year old retriever, had died suddenly. He went outside with their other dog to go to the bathroom and did not come back when called in a few minutes. Her husband found him on the front porch, near death. They carried him inside to the warmth of the house. His breathing by now was very shallow, and he died without suffering any further, surrounded by family. He will be sorely missed, not only by his family, but by folks like me who loved his friendly welcoming and happy demeanor. A wonderful, loving animal. Lisa had written a children's book about him called NICK FINDS A HOME. Her youngest son, while away at college, even made a Facebook page for him...Nick Mackay. If you are interested, you can see pictures of him there when he was about six years ago. I loved Nick so...I will really miss him. He is the particular dog I had in mind when I chose the moniker Doglover.

Very well put, Kit.

I belong to a local fellowship that is just as described. We help the members of our spiritual assembly and we help others in other places...and we give money monthly to Wounded Warrior Project, Heifer International, and voice of the Martyrs. We are not tax exempt, and do not even have a name (by our choice). Each six months we get together for a general church meeting (we meet in the home) and decide as a group what we want to do for the next six months. It is a wonderfully intimate group of people with new folks coming in also. We are not affiliated with any Way or former Way group and learn from whomever we can. It's terrifc!

What a life of Christian service! I am proud to be her sister in Christ.

Happy, happy birthday, Socks! Loved your music....still have several of the JN albums both on vinyl and cassette tape.

Hey Twinkie, yep, I remember. Some things in all that yelling are still stuck in my brain. Poneros was the unproductive evil; kakos was the active, malignant evil. Somehow poneros was not as big of a sin...not until later when all the slothfulness teachings (yellings?) came about and it was "discovered" (I think the Lord revealed it to the forehead) that poneros evil was in the midst of us every day and we had to smoke it out. "Smoke it out"...that's so ridiculous...it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

I was in the Way from April 1972 until January 11, 1996...I remember Walter Cummins doing a really GOOD teaching on those words for evil....so she most likely plagiarized that research, too...since it's been around for awhile.

Can you imagine how crowded the planet would be if people could really believe to live forever? Yikes!

Having seen how frail my dad became before his death, one month short of his 92nd birthday, I have no desire to shoot for 100 years like George Burns. And forever? With the state my body is in already, I sure as heck wouldn't want to live in it forever. No thanks. I'd prefer to go quietly in my sleep and wait for the NEW body.

Amen to that...excited about having a new body at the return of Christ!

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Can you imagine Rosie having a (nice little) twig in her house and leading adults into songs like those mentioned here, with appropriate actions? Like "Going on a Bear Hunt"? "If You're Happy [blessed] and You Know it, Clap your Hands"? Etc? Mmmmmm.....

In her case it would be....if you're ugly and you know it, hit your face.

It is 2:15 am as I sit here in front of my computer thinking about RFR leading, "If you're ugly and you know it, hit your face." A mind picture is worth a thousand words!

Edited for spelling...it is, after all, 2:15 am

it is so wonderful to see you, newlife

i love the title of the book and am very curious to read it

it reminded me of a movie "crimes of the heart" i think the name was and if i have it right my brother always told me i was sissy spacek and my other sisters were the other actresses - i should go look it up

again so nice to see you and for the insight and book referral

love,e

Excie,

Crimes of the Heart is one of my favorite movies....sorry if this is off-topic....

Great news!

The same thing happened to me years ago (I left TWI on January 11, 1996). I ran into a woman and her daughter at Eckerd Drug and I was leaving as they were in line to check out. She was so freaked out when I said "Hi" to the girl that she left the line, did not check out, grabbed the girl's hand like the Devil himself had greeted her, and RAN out the door. Surprised me, but she was such a loon that it didn't really bother me. Interestingly, she left TWI about five years ago herself.

I taught elementary school at the time and had ALREADY requested from the principal that her daughter not be in my class. Not fair for the child or for me to have to deal with nutty parents. A month or so later, just before school rolls were posted for students to know whose room they were in, the woman came to talk to the principal about not having Alyssa in my room...he told her it was already taken care of.

Didn't hurt my feelings a bit.

When it came to twi and yelling, at the top, it was a LACK OF DISCIPLINE, a lack of SELF-CONTROL,

that caused them to yell. Leaders who can't control THEMSELVES have no business trying to

control OTHERS- they can't lead THEMSELVES. If leaders are unqualified (as it says in the Bible)

if they can't manage a FAMILY, how can they possibly be competent if they can't manage SELF?

Well said!! J*m F and J*m D**r, this describes you to a T.