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Living The Word's Way. The Word's Way That's Volume #3 of Studies in Abundant Living for anyone that's interested. It's the one that has the chapters on "4 crucified" and "the cry of triumph", two pieces of so-called "research" that have proven to be "erroneous, wrongly divided and inaccurate" (as they might say in Way circles.) So, this, then, is what they plan to use as a basis for dwelling together in unity? ....The wise man built his house upon the rock.

"dwelling together".....sounds like a commune....will there be familia and fig pep?

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"He has nothing that appeals to new people, only to ex-wafers nostalgic for the good ol' days." ===================================================================================================== .....and, because there never really were any "good ol' days", only the perception of "good ol'days", that leaves him with.....nothing.

Wierwille may have been a shrewd con-man, but he didn't always make the best long term business decisions. I think his emphasis shifted from making a quick profit on the classes to building a cadre of followers who would routinely ABS. To some degree, it worked. However, it was another TWI example of killing the goose that laid the golden egg. Speaking from personal experience, I can tell you, I was directly affected by all this. I was already involved in what we refer to as "leadership" responsibilities and running classes when I left my hometown to go into the FellowLaborer program. The concept, as it was presented to me, by Earl Burton, was to study the book of Acts for 2 years (Which we never did.) and then return to our hometowns as better equipped leaders. All that changed somehow during my time in FellowLaborers and, by the time I graduated, I was "no longer needed in my hometown". So, there I was, a graduate of a program that was supposed to prepare me for a responsibility that was now "no longer needed". Kinda like going through an apprenticeship to become a buggy-whip maker, only to discover the automobile has been invented. The only options, if I wanted to remain active in the so-called household, were to take a field assignment in a town other than my own or join the Corps. The latter was never an option I entertained. But, as you have stated, these changes took place in an incremental fashion. In my case, it evolved over a two year period. Looking back, I think it might have happened, quietly, sometime between the rinsing of the Mung Beans and the soaking of the wheat berries.

Caveat I don't think it's necessarily "wrong" but, it may not be "prudent" in some instances. Remember, some of these individuals are people we thought we could trust with our lives and they threw us under the bus. Would they, could they do it again? Who knows?

Couldn't they just believe for them? Oops! I forgot. Well, that's what J.L. gets for denouncing the law of believing.

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Yes, as Broken Arrow stated, that is a very common practice in rural Ohio. Some of these roads with family names go clear back in time to when there was nothing else on the road except the family's farmland. But, as the roads became dedicated, they retained the same names.

Just an opinion: I think people who are able to survive long enough with these kinds of secrets eventually erect a sort of psychological sarcophagus where this information is sealed deep inside a virtually impenetrable "vault". ====================================== The Room © 1972 Reap the harvest once again. Pile your treasures high. Lock them in a barren room That reaches toward the sky. Lock them in where they'll be safe From avaricious hands. Taking care to hide the key In distant foreign lands. Journey there in secrecy Let no one see the chart. Keep it in that dismal tomb You boldly call your heart. In the tomb the chart is safe To while away the day. Danger there does not exist For none can pass that way. When you return some harvest time To add more to the store, Cries shall fill your empty room Cries.... and nothing more.

Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep Starts when you're always afraid Step out of line, "the man" comes and takes you away

I suspect may be what is really lurking in those corn fields....God bless them for their bravery and selfless sacrifices.

Gotta keep it our little secret, though. Know what I'm sayin'? It would make people sad. Now, you wouldn't want to make people sad, would you?

Here's what I'm trying to understand.... Supposedly, the top dog of TWI, be it VPW, LCM or RR, "stands in the gap" to protect the household/country/world/whatever from the evil attacks of "the adversary" but they can't keep one little 2-lane road safe, in the middle of Podunk, Ohio. Huh?? For that matter, if they're really "standing in the gap", why would they even need a security force?

Hush money? Nothing silent about MY money. I hear it shouting "Goodbye!" on a regular basis. :P

A hypocrite in all his might: So wrong in that he thinks he's right.

Why does anyone stay in an abusive relationship? I don't think there is any "one size fits all", easy answer.

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Destruction can be good...like the wildfires in the Southwest U.S. before it was permanently inhabited by humans...The fires served a vital function in the continuum of the eco-cycle. Not so sure about this particular W.O.W. example, though.

Wasn't the PFAL series supposed to be incremental? "Can't take this class before that class because they build on each other, blah, blah, blah"