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Twinky

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Twinky last won the day on December 23 2019

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  • Birthday March 30

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    Cat whispering
    Gardening
    Street Pastors
    St Andrews Community Church (StACC)
    Monkton Combe Choral Society

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  1. They're waaaaatttchiiiiiinng you!!
  2. You've got to agree - beating the feet on the street is significantly better than parking the bum on a seat, listening to yet another boring TWI-style "teaching."
  3. Our main concern was three girls, who all separately were very drunk outside a club. We gave them water, which will either make them sick, or will help reduce the hangover next day. One girl had a friend with her, but two were alone. Eventually two got friends to pick them up, but we were left with one who had no phone and her only friends were still in the club. Her coat was in the club, too, and the ticket could not be found. She was near comatose, became shivery, and couldn't be left. Amazingly, one of the security staff was taking an interest and offered to get (and did) a coat from their Lost Property section; he found a nice cosy hooded jacket for her. A belligerent drunk male was among the many people hanging about and several times approached the girl, not with evil intent, I think, more "what's this?" Some of us stood between the girl and the male; others tried to get him to move away. After an hour or so, the male wandered off and by then the oblivious girl had had a bit of a sleep, and was warm, conscious and speaking reasonably clearly. (Perhaps this was your prayers taking effect!) At that point, we felt it safe to leave her. The BID security/ambulance team checked on her a time or two after we left. Of course, whether she found her friends and went with them in the booked taxi to their nearby home town is another matter. While we were tending her, another female, a rough sleeper, clearly with problems, rocked up. She had been refused admission to Julian House hostel because she was too late. She had a partner, who was off collecting cardboard boxes on which to sleep. We gave them a good wool blanket and Christmas presents: hats, socks and gloves, and toothbrushes. We'd made up parcels of hats, gloves, socks etc and toothbrushes and paste to distribute to rough sleepers. We were disappointed that we didn't give out too many of our gifts to homeless people, because there weren't many of them around. Perhaps tonight's team will distribute more. We gave out one blanket, hot drinks, gathered about 80 bottles and glasses, swept up about 8 broken glasses, chatted with many doorstaff and other passers-by (one was a SP in another city, who came to thank us for what we do). A street pastor from another city came up to us and thanked us for what we do, explained she was a SP elsewhere, loved the mission. Many other people came up to us and thanked us for looking out for the city; we explain to those who still don't know that it's an expression of our Christianity, church on the street, getting out there and helping; people always express amazement and pleasure that it's a volunteer organisation, and high-five us or hug us. In such ways, the name and the work of the Lord is magnified. All in all, a normal sort of night - quiet, even, for late December.
  4. Doing the word... well, I'll be out DOING THE WORD leading my team of four Street Pastors this evening, 10pm-3am. We will be handing out warm clothing if needed, and hot drinks to rough sleepers; picking up glassware (whole and broken) to keep damaging stuff away from causing injury or becoming weapons; helping drunk people to sober up sufficiently to get a taxi home; giving out flipflops to girls whose shoes are painful by the end of the night; helping people locate friends and their hotels/bed for the night; and offering kind words to any who are in need - the lost, the lonely, the bereaved, those with big home problems; and suchlike. As a special thing this year, I've made up Christmas parcels with hats and gloves etc, and some things to eat; and some "crackers" with a toothbrush and some toothpaste samples; and some cards, to give to the street sleepers. Hope these are well received; we hope for opportunities to share the gospel more with recipients. Sometimes, we even speak the gospel instead of demonstrating it.
  5. Don't remember him ever saying this when I was in rez and he was Prez. "Mass" simply means "meal." Same root word as the services' "mess hall." Not celebrate Christmas? No, just have a large decorated tree, a day or two off, and give gifts. Naomi W always used to give us a slimline "pocket planner," very simple. I still have mine. And a big dress-up best-clothes party, with escorts, corsages for women, buttonholes for the men. People were allowed a few days off to visit friends and family, but had to be back for NY Eve, ostensibly to pray in the New Year, but actually a party/Way Prods splash to celebrate the birthday of VPW (who was long dead before I went in rez).
  6. Uru was doing that? Womanising? (do you think M knew)? (Do I want to know the answer to that??) And trying to get your wife and kids to leave you? Huh. Well I suppose the kids have left you anyway now. Old enough to be off and with their own families now. Good for them.. And you and N.
  7. We all belong somewhere. We all get imbued from childhood with various social norms. If we shift to a different community, we discover and may incorporate within ourselves different norms. Like when we change the place we study, or the type of work we undertake - or, as she points out, change the country in which we live. I found it hard to understand some American perspectives when I was in rez. And I know Americans found a non-US perspective very strange, at times. Even now, when I talk with American friends, they have a world view that sees my world view as incomprehensible (and vice versa). Neither is right, neither is wrong; open conversation opens doors of understanding. It's often said that learning another language helps deepen understanding. It's how people really get into the other language and perceive its different structure and the way it expresses ideas. It's not merely a word-learning exercise, but a mind-broadening one. I wonder if there are people here who are fluent in English, and Spanish or Italian or Hindi, etc, born of immigrant families, who could say something about who they are when they interact in the "other" language? On a related note, I lived overseas in yet another different country (English speaking) for many years. When I got laid off from my job in the UK, I couldn't find any work, despite oh-so-diligent efforts. After a few years of this, I thought, "What would I do if I were in that other country?" A change of mindset got me started into self-employment, and now after 7 or 8 years I truly have no desire to go back to my old employed way of life.
  8. Think you might need another category. Life as a whole; time in TWI; time recovering from TWI. That's a harder time to quantify. From when one leaves, to the time one stops thinking like a Wayfer, or stops startling at key jargon words that have acquired other meanings; or until one has abandoned unhealthy TWI concepts. I call the ten years post-TWI the lost years - I was there in body (even doing things that I ought to have enjoyed), but in such a state that my mind was only partly there and I was actually in a state of profound depression. I think my recovery didn't start till about ten years after being kicked out, and that was when I discovered Greasespot Café when I was preparing to crawl back to TWI. After that, it was - what? five years? ten years? - before I think I became a more clear-minded person and got back my enthusiasm for living. If you take that as 20 years (on top of TWI involvement) that's a very big chunk of pie chart. I thank God for his great protection and for the kind, loving, genuine, patient and helpful, Christians and other people he put in my way in that 20 years or so
  9. I had a quick look through their site. Boring as heck. Songs uninspiring, and the performers as wooden as fence posts. I did notice something else about the site, though, that brings them into modern age: a Give button - for those who want "to give toward the movement of God’s Word to the entire world." And there's even an associated email address = "giving@..." None being given by me, I hasten to add: they've had much more than appropriate over the years I was with them. They do have a section where people can "follow" them (108 followers), which might be a way of catching up with some folks' whereabouts.
  10. Wow, an app! Does that count - or not? - as being "on the internet" and therefore in that devil spirit infested place?
  11. There were woods behind Founders Hall (eventually purchased by TWI from the farmer) and across E Shelby Rd there were the Way Woods, and other woods round the auditorium. Plenty of space for birds to nest, roost, feed, etc. The extensive lawns where the RoA tents were wouldn't hold a lot of attraction for most birds - too exposed to predators, and hard work seeking grubs and insects compared to being in the more wooded areas.
  12. Twinky

    Berlin Wall

    Yeah, me too. It's weird catching up on things that were top news years or decades ago.
  13. Welcome, Victor. That's a lot of years in TWI. You endured Martindale and JY and now Rosalie. Find some answers to questions you never dared to ask, right here in the Café.
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