waysider

Bol You "kids" were drafted. You didn't get to make the choice yourselves. Us old codgers volunteered. We joined up on our own. Maybe that's a factor. I don't know how else to explain why there will always be a discrepancy in various perceptions. I guess if I had been forced to join The Way like you guys were, I might feel a lot of the same conflicts as you. But, I wasn't forced to join. I was 21 at the time. All "growed up". (or so I thought)

Ironic, isn't it? The introductory verse of a class declaring the dangers of "private interpretation" was a prime example, in and of itself.

I think that's really kind of a pivotal time. It was no longer "OK" for the guys to have long hair and come to twig in blue jeans if they were involved in any of the machinery of running things. Likewise for womens apparel, though I'm not qualified to offer specifics in that area. Briefcases had become the order of the day. There was much focus on conspiracies. We were supposed to see ourselves as being involved in something bigger than any of us on an individual level. And, you were supposed to accept that 'the honeymoon phase" might be over and rise above your own personal needs for the betterment of the movement. For me, personally, I think it was a point in time when the bad times started exceeding the good. But, without the ability to foresee the future, I assumed that maybe the problem was with my own perception of things around me. Hind site is 20/20 even if it requires wearing "corrective eyewear".

There seems to be a pattern evolving here. It appears that, for those involved in the earlier days, there were more instances of what might be perceived as "good times" and for those involved in later years, there appear to be more instances of what might be perceived as "bad times". Of course, there were really good and bad in both time frames but the ratio seems to be disproportionate. And, there are those for whom the pattern contradicts their entire experience. Kinda reminds me of a line from an old Buffalo Springfield song----"Nobody's right if everybody's wrong."

Is it time to put this one to rest?

I thought I knew you---What did I know? You don't look different but you have changed.

I was just funnin' with you. The kind of "Greek" he talked about in CF&S was not a language. No offense intended.

WWJS (what would Jesus sing?) "Yes, I love me This I know-----"

Yes

"They only hit until you cry---" MY NAME IS LUKA

okey dokey.

Wow! No guesses yet? I thought this one was fairly transparent.

Minor brushes with fame. Back in the day, I saw The James Gang play a party gig on the front porch of a frat house. Glenn Schwartz had already left to join PG&E. Joe Walsh had replaced him. They were a fairly new band and it was at a time when the music industry was still pretty high on soul music, so the newer sounds hadn't quite caught on. There were maybe 5 or 6 people, at best, who stopped to check them out. When the band finished a song (don't remember which song) one of the people who had stopped, offered up a slow sarcastic applause. Joe Walsh instantly threw it right back and said (with all the sarcasm he could muster) "Thank you, thank you soooo much-------for the clap." Oh, I suppose he might have picked the retort up from someone who went before him or maybe he had used it before. Still, it's pretty funny looking back how no one there realized they were "standing in a moment".

Have you ever taken a closer look at the things you assume you learned in The Way?

Suppose I come on here and reveal that my real name is Joe Sloppybutt. So what? How does that change any kind of honest exchange that takes place? (I think I'll stick with "waysider"---at least for now.)

If we say there were NEVER any good times, it's a bit like saying we kept going back for no apparent reason. That's actually scarier when you think about it.

And what, pray tell, would those "exact same things" be? The last time I checked, I have never drugged and raped a sister in Christ nor have I driven anyone to suicide nor have I ever suggested that someone murder their disobedient child.

Maybe the judge should tell them to "get their believing up" for a better place to meet.

FOR FREE

I plant my garlic in sizzling olive oil.

It's just a shame Ray Price never took "The Class". Maybe he could have sung THIS at a Sunday Night Service.

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Reflections of first hand experiences. http://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/index.ph...c=15612&hl=

I like gyros! :)

One would have to play into his bogus (and borrowed) dispensational theology in order to accept that.