TheSongRemainsTheSame

Uhmmm, thanks, but I had a couple of grandsons my way not too long ago. The memories were as fresh then as back then. And now they are past them freshness days and soon to be at that stage when they hide the Penthouses in the bathroom.

TLB, Forgive me. I was just being facetious in regards to the Rev. J Shroyer's outcome. God Bless him

The Moonshine Bikers *** So This is where all the streakers have gone!!! *** So This is how all those streakers escaped!!! *** Shriners in the raw. *** Damn, these X ray glasses really do work. But ~~~ uhm where are the wimmin riders? *** If only Marvin the Martian can see me now. ***

Just what I needed to read on a beautiful Monday afternoon. I have a strong opinion of dog ownership. Oh don't worry it won't bite. I say, well if it has teeth it can bite. Pure breeds are bred to do what their breed does. Pit Bulls are bred to fight. Dobies, German Shepherds, etc are all bred to fight, to attack. A Sheltie is bred for herding and their natural instinct is to herd. NATURAL!!! Even without training a Sheltie will instinctively herd. Ownership of these attack bred dogs, no matter how sweet the animal is, should be licensed to those able to handle such a breed. Like you know the Police, Military, Security, duh huh. I was performing a termite damage repair job in Orlando. Met the homeowner at the back of his home to assess the damage repair. There by his side was this dog. A black dog. A huge creature. Thirty four inches high to its shoulders. Paws as big as a large man's hand with claws at least AN inche in curled length. It's head the freaking size of Godzilla. It weighed every bit 120+++ solid pounds. A freaking huge Bastard!!! I stood as still as ice. "Oh, you're okay. He won't bother you as long as I am here." I had yet to say a damn thing much less breath. The client reached out his hand to me. I engaged my hand for the shake keeping my eyes on this Beast. We exchanged good afternoons and the Beast snuggled up to my crotch with his head which btw was as large as my waist. "ahh, he's just checking you out." I could not believe I was being subjected to such an experience as if the home owner was enjoying my withheld instinct of cold fear. The Beast raised its nostril head and peered into my eyes. Oh yeah, the damn thing was intelligent. It turned aside and leaned on my leg and pushed me twice. I requested the Home owner to secure his "pet". He did. "What kind of dog is that?" "Oh, it's a Rodesian Ridgeback." ***Animal aggression. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are hunting dogs. Many Ridgebacks are dominant or aggressive toward other dogs of the same sex. Some have strong instincts to chase and seize cats and other fleeing creatures. If anything goes wrong in the breeding, socializing, training, handling, or management of this breed, it is capable of seriously injuring or killing other animals. ***The strong temperament. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are not Golden Retrievers. They have an independent mind of their own and are not pushovers to raise and train. Some Rhodesian Ridgebacks are willful, obstinate, and dominant (they want to be the boss) and will make you prove that you can make them do things. You must show them, through absolute consistency, that you mean what you say. ***Frankly, most Rhodesian Ridgebacks are "too much dog" for the average household. Very few people really have the knowledge or skills to manage this breed, or to provide the activities that keep him satisfied. ***This unique breed appeared because the European settlers needed a multi-purpose dog to hunt lions, to guard the farms and to be a family companion, which is safe with children. A FREAKING LION HUNTER!!! I ask You~~~ What purpose does such a beautiful animal serve to hang out in a house in a residential neighborhood???!!! For crying OUTLOUD ATTACK dog owners~~~ have ya ever heard of a pack of Chiwahwahs mauling children, or poodles, or shelties, or beagles etc??? Jeesh you guys who own these type of attack dogs better know in depth their nature and train them in full scale obedience. OKAY OKAY OKAY forgive me i sed enuf~~~

Look, we all know it's by works that God spoke everything into being. So it's got to be by grace we had nutin' to do with the works. Damn I hope that settles all the truth!

I use to have a coffee cup that listed the Way Corps mission or standard or sumthink like that~~~ ahhh the Way Corps Prince of Pals~~~ can any one of good memory list these type of things besides the five gift ministries???~~~

Yo Toad, The Rev M & C F ~~~ met them in Orl Fl. Nice couple. They really were. That was circa 87 - 89??? Helped them move from their home in Fla. Ya know the whole believer's get involved to move out existing to introduce new leadership. I thinks the F8rts went to OhIo and the Shr8yers came down for a demotion. Damn shame MF became involved in cursing people to die. Wonder what became of the Shr8yers?

OH My, How smells can bring back such memories LMAO

Oz, Yeah, I know. Life has its limitations. So does the mind our understanding these limitations. Big enough, long enough, cried enough, prayed enough, laughed enough, good enough, "believing enough"~~~ try enough is enough ~~~ How did your first child die? What were the medical reasons?

as i continued to read this thread to this moment this memory came to me~~~ I was at a TWI function in Fla circa early 90's in Orlando. The usual song and dance as it became to me. Over a hundred in attendance, in a hotel meeting room, chairs in line and front stage matinee. I noticed a believer of renown, let's say involved in the first WOW's, who sat a few rows ahead of me on the right outside seat to the middle isle. I wanted to go meet this person, but decided to just wait till after the function. I began to watch this person for some reason. He seemed to never set his eyes to the stage. I lost momentum the agenda of the meet and was fascinated by this "celebrity" and his silent actions. Most of the time he sat crouched toward the isle with his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands, rubbing his thumbs, and his head down. Or he would rub his face , pull his hands through his hair. Not nervous like, but more like deep in the thoughts that surrounded him. But never to the stage with his eyes, only maybe his ears. I remember his casual attire of short sleeve and collar, jeans and worn tennis shoes. I looked around to make sure I was not staring and noticed the usual attentiveness to the front stage matinee and continued my observation of this man. I also was crouched to the isle as he and in thought, like with him, or something like that. Not staring, but like a silent dance of thought, the whys of why we are here, what am i doing here, what's this all about~~~ type of thing. Well there was a break. I hoped to introduce myself to this person. He was having a smoke and engaged conversation with a couple of others and I decided to withhold my introduction. I lit a smoke and engaged conversation with others, but with a thoughtfull awareness toward him just a few yards away. An occasional glance type of thing. We caught each others eye as he was extinguishing his smoke and he smiled at me. I returned the smile and a nod of great respect. And then the hall was filled with all that din intermezzo returning to the meeting. We sat in our previous chairs and the same type of silent awareness. Like all I could see was his long hair of long ago. I never meet this man except as aforementioned, but felt a great weight of goodness and burden upon his heart. I wish I would have had a moment with him a quiet mile of verbal conversation.

only my own

LongBeard you know the ropes~~~ be cautious and check past jobs!!!

and so many a reply and so many a post and so many a theme of heart and so many a thread and so many ministries of heart ~~~ i suppose i made more than a fool my self to offer many a thing for sale for others good pleasure

and then the harsh realities of the mind f u ks such leadership of heart we thought were true and all the reality of what has been posted over so many years and so many hearts and so many many blind hearts searching and searching and then we have GSC~~~~

emporia is where i sat for the advanced class JAL co Dr and Harleys quite a memory all my memory's are not harsh at all~~~ Just a Seeker Of Truth ONEeyeJacksWildOne Gawddamn there is truth people there really is with arms wide open heartbeat

Is there anyone here that ever heard of Dr. W removing his (forgive me medical terms) glass eye at a board room meeting and allowing those present to hold his glass eye??? May this rumor please put to rest or other wise

May be I should start a thread on Dr. W's Eyeball~~~~ rumor has it he had people hold it ey sirg~~~

humbleness is one thing of good heart! stomping on ones heart to achieve aforementioned humbleness~~~ I guard my heart and keep the distance!

okay song it's okay it's okay no i need to go on~~~ Something about The dude in the White Suit sayin that he told someone after his trip to India~~~~ uhm uhm~~~ something that India was open and now closed, but something like if "they" had listened to him ~~~

In the words of Thomas Aquinas: "is cognitio dei experimentalis Just thot I's toss that one in~~~~

And The Word Went Over Me And The World No S h i t

and the people began to sin i mean sing Rise Up o Men og of God and

~~~and he had a big smile with big white teeth and square black rimmed glasses and tears it's okay song relax and the crowd was cheering and cheering

Mr. Hammeroni, That auditorium that GUY was in, ifn memory serves me, was a Big Top in a field somewhere, and he was wearing a blue ribbon on his white coat~~~~ Okay, okay posters that's all he can handle for now~~~ Song you akay? Song...

A poignant blanket summary of TWI'S PFAL TO WOW Program, Way Corps Program, REVEREND PROGRAM and other programs for those institutionalized by TWI! Rok On WW LMAO!!!