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Awww, lighten up, Sky. I mean, it's not like they made a statue of him or turned his grave into a shrine or somethin'.

Here is my own version of Way history. In 1916, a grifter was born to pig farmers in rural Ohio. For years, he practiced at perfecting his grifting skills until, years later, he stumbled upon a multilevel marketing business model. Using his polished oratory skills, a penchant for plagiarism and a thin veneer of Biblical references to lend credibility, he hawked his wares to the hapless masses, living high on a hog of another sort until, one day, he croaked. The end p.s. He was mad as a hatter.

Wierwille couldn't even explain the event. Silly SOB didn't even understand that throughly and thoroughly are actually the same word. So, he made up his own cockamame definition about inside and outside nuanced differences between the two.

Here's another silly little tidbit: The Wierwille "character" says that, when the denominations find out about his pamphlet, "they'll be mad as hatters", implying they would be angry. In fact, the expression has nothing to do with anger. It's an expression used to imply insanity. For a ministry that dragged on for hours about the meaning of "if", they seem to have neglected to do their homework on this one.

Rather interesting, too, that this little "production" succinctly slams the work of E. Stanley Jones, along with the others. You would think Wierwille might have had a little more respect for the man who originated one of his own catch phrases (Fear is sand in the machinery of life) as well as inspire the original concept of The Way Corps (the modern ashram).

You've raised an interesting point, my furry friend. A dilemma (Greek: δί-λημμα "double proposition") is a problem offering at least two possibilities, neither of which is practically acceptable. SOURCE Sooooo......What were these possibilities, exactly?

http://books.google.com/books/about/The_dilemma_of_foreign_missions_in_India.html?id=gow-AQAACAAJ 32 whole pages! Wowzers! Quite a journalistic accomplishment.

You get up every morning From your 'larm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city

I can remember thinking to myself one day, when I was in FellowLaborers, "How the hell did I end up here??" I'm not sure if that makes sense. It wasn't like waking up from a coma or any such thing. It was more like when you look into the mirror and ruefully wonder, "Who is that old guy looking back at me?" I think that was the day I started to question whether my decisions and actions and behavior were really my own or if they had been prescribed for me. And, yet, I stayed...."Gotta renew the old mind and snuff out those old-man thoughts. You'll be a better man for it.", I told myself..... <_<

Sorry. I should have clarified that I was using the term as it was practiced in TWI. (ie: "Make your mind think only what we tell it to think.")

Well how can you say you will when you won't, Say you do, baby, when you don't?

It's from Beatles in Italy. And, yes, the song is actually a cover of . Carl Perkins did pretty well with it in 1956 or '57, as well.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Bin1JlW4E&feature=related

Renewed mind + Likemindedness = Delusion prophylaxis. (Incremental preventive maintenance)

You can see them on facebook, reciting entire sections of the PFAL class, or its collaterals, encouraging others to resist the "temptation" to consider alternative viewpoints. Then, again, maybe it's themselves they are encouraging.....like re-fortifying self-delusion.

We were taught to ignore any sort of logical evaluation. (Session 7/PFAL)

UPDATE They never answered my email. Why am I not surprised?

Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter.

Here is Willie "Big Eyes" Smith, layin' down the groove for Muddy. R.I.P., Willie.