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  1. .

    (From our Spirit of Honesty Dept)

    Note' Bene:

    That my memory

    of each intimate,

    extra-twigular,

    concordanizing moment

    with my sisters in Christ

    recalls to mi corazon

    the miracle of the sun standing still.

    Don Juan, I was not

    and yet

    who's to belittle a miracle?

    To the impure all things are pure

    and to be received with thanksgiving.

  2. Bliss,

    Lorna speak great wisdom.

    Anyway....usually innies are scared to ask outties about their reasons for leaving (weak faith does that).

    If one asks that's a real good sign.

    Just let them know:

    - you still love them (give um a hug!)

    - and that you both should agree that life has twists and turns of all kinds that the Good Shepherd can negotiate.

    -and that "God is good"

    [or "life is good" for all you no-good atheists] icon_smile.gif:)-->

    - odd but true - you have to Witness to THEM now! You can do so by doing good works... volunteer at a hospice or a food pantry... tutor kids ... be a literacy volunteer ["Voluntering is the rent we pay for community"]

    - I pray all your loved ones see the light

    and pull their heads out of their....

    Bless you,

    Juan

  3. I got roadside curses

    I got shaggy dog curses

    I got curses...

    you'll need Preparation capital f-ing H.

    You'll need a new hat.

    My malevolence is low PH

    and the cookie jar is cracked.

    Don't question who MY Daddy is.

    Thou hast not known Him at all.

    Thou hast not been salted nor swaddled at all,

    thou bald man!

    thou bald man!

    Oh, you're just lucky I'm smiling.

    Pray that it stays that Way.

    icon_smile.gif:)-->

  4. We were informed back in early 2004 in a thread that some TWI folk might be 'praying against" GS folk. I got my dander up and penned this reponse.

    They better not mess with me.

    I got curses they haven't even found in their "Advanced" class!

    I got curses they don't know about.

    I got curses where they got "positive believing."

    I got curses where they're out roasting wieners by the campfire.

    I got curses even Rhoda never heard.

    I got curses you can't put on tape and sell.

    I got co-lateral curses.

    I got curses Bullinger couldn't find in the stars.

    I got curses for them if they mess with me.

    I've learned the real Word of God and from it

    I got curses for people who f with the truth.

    It's just grace (I happen to have a red light from Daddy right now)

    that I don't unload on the whole pack of them hyenas.

    But the forbearance of Daddy might not last forever, OK?

    I got curses I took from the carburetor of the motor coach.

    I got curses I stole from Chris Geer’s running shoes.

    I got improper puja the family pundit put on Pillai’s sleeping bag

    outside his door

    when he got home from Mar's Hill.

    I got curses worse than living downwind in Emporia.

    ... ones Ted would never sing about.

    ... Life Magazine won’t write about.

    ... Mick Jagger won’t think about.

    (I got curses you can’t get at the racetrack.)

    Tree parts snap off and fall

    when my breath blows cold on them.

    How long, O Lord, wilt Thou keep sealed

    this apocalyptic pneumatic pestilence?

    They won’t be safe at Dunkin’ Donuts

    when Senora Cruz’s little boy

    gets the green light

    to do his deuteronomic paso doble.

  5. BLiss, you asked for 10 questions..here's my shot at it.. you may not like them..but hey.. I'm SINCERE!

    1. Do you really believe in devil spirits?

    2. Why haven't any tongues ever, really been proven to be real? (likewise, other miracles) not saying they aren't, but still, why?

    3. Why do you have to check your intellectual integrity at the door to get into this place?

    4. Why are all the other sincere, talented Christian Bible scholars "idiots?"

    5. Why couldn't the great man of God with all the gift ministries and manifestations and first-century-dunamis-in-the-twentieth-century-like-we've-never-seen-before manage to keep his penis in his married pants?

    6. Why didn't Victor give credit where credit was due? (it's a family value)

    7. Why were Rev's with serious pastoral responsiblites so woefully unprepared to fulfill their work before being sent out?

    8. Why was Victor defrocked? ("defrocked" is to have one's ordination credentials rescinded). The lack of information (silence) from his former denominational authorities, the UCC is very suspicious. It almost certainly was not doctrine - that hearing would have been public.

    9. Why was TWI's vitality so dependent on a person?

    10. Why did the chairs need to be 'strung'?

  6. Ironic isn't it?

    Victor DID, in the end,

    make us experts in telling the real

    from the counterfeit.

    I can smell a closed mind a mile away...

    (but I can usually sense where fresh air

    might come in too).

    It's a tone, isn't it?

    it sounds like they might say

    "I know the answer."

    or

    "I know that I know...."

    if pressed

    (We've got better things to do

    -like run the other way)

    Anybody who talks like that

    knows nothing.

    He who knows, says nothing.

  7. I was pretty happy with the ones who were there...

    the boy who wanted to be an astronaut

    la linda who made commercials

    the gal who asked me for a backrub

    (after Alistair Sims smiled)

    the skinny guy who stowed away on a plane

    to go join Jorma Kakonen's band

    the girl from Texas with red hair

    the girl from the Bronx with black hair

    the girl named Igor who could cook!

    the gent who made fireproof clothes

    the older, lonely, funny-as-purgatory gay guy

    the Ursaline girl with ammo

    the doctor's daughter who went Dutch

    the trekkie with a sailboat and a cigarette

    a Julliardess who took me to Bill Evans

    the F.I.T. girl(s)

    the nursing student that I married.

    oh, what book could contain all the

    genus of genial geniuses

    that I've loved in the Lord?

  8. (I wasn't thinking of that Twiggy at all!)

    "Looking It Up in the Original"

    I was remembering

    blessed babe-a-lish-ous

    Word-worshipping-women

    with whom I concor-danced

    around the living room

    Friday nights

    seven-thirty to nine o'clock

    and,

    praise Allah,

    ever so miraculously...

    (like the sun standing still!)

    on the rooftop, the shore,

    in the dorm room, the park,

    and a grassy meadow

    beneath the shooting stars

    ever young, ever strong,

    ever, then never, crude ends.

  9. Oh...such memories...

    Let me witness to you.

    hormones and scripture.

    innocence and experience

    collaterals and damage

    Greek and double-speak

    Devils and humans;

    who were worse,

    the imaginary

    or the hypocrite?

    Which was which?

    Each according to its kind.

    But oh Twiggy,

    let's go witness tonight.

    Oh, Twiggy, let's not witness

    the truth tonight.

    Oh Twiggy, let's witness

    together tonight.

    Witness Twiggy tonight.

    Witness

    Twiggy

    Tonight.

  10. If you see or talk to Bob , tell him a young guy from his hometown says, Hi. We hung out some while he was studying at Iona. I think I was 16 - I know I didn't have my license 'cause he let me steer - it was fun. We ran a class at Toni's house in Larchmont.

  11. Oh...such memories...

    Let me witness to you.

    hormones and scripture.

    innocence and experience

    collaterals and damage

    Greek and double-speak

    Devils and humans;

    who were worse,

    the imaginary

    or the hypocrite?

    Which was which?

    Each according to its kind.

    But oh Twiggy,

    let's go witness tonight.

    Oh, Twiggy, let's not witness

    the truth tonight.

    Oh Twiggy, let's witness

    together tonight.

    Witness Twiggy tonight.

    Witness

    Twiggy

    Tonight.

  12. from my friend

    quote:
    You probably don't believe in them, but I think a psychic could put S....'s mind to rest.

    I've heard psychics tell people that their loved one is around them, that the loved one is at peace, etc.

    Seems S... is in great turmoil.

    subsequently (sensing that my friend's intuition, if not her specific recommendation, is correct)

    -- to S...

    Subj.: Your loved one

    is all around you...

    She is with you and watching over you.

    She will be your guardian angel.

    I believe she is experiencing ultimate bliss

    her deepest (perhaps even unknown) heart's desires....

    Her peace and joy are unimaginable to us.

    And I think a great love from her is available to you.

    [sometimes the pastoral outweighs the doctrinal.]

  13. replies

    quote:
    Well, sigh...that was very poetic and uplifting, thank you, Juan.

    quote:
    So, not to put you on the spot, but do you have any belief that we see people again, in some form, after death?

    yes, I do..

    life this cool probably doesn't end

    love this precious needs further development!

    quote:
    Also did you ever read Stranger in A Strange Land (Heinlein)? I read it, of course in the 60s, and do intend to read it again now to see what I think. I liked the Thou Art God philosophy.....

    I grok.

    I might re-read that simultaneously - then we could discuss

  14. this response from a close friend

    - who usually does not talk about faith issues at all

    (but acts them out continuously)

    quote:

    [she] is in a place right now where she wants/seeks/thinks she needs visible, concrete images of a God she can wrap her arms around.....or who can wrap arms around her.

    I think Faith is a gift from God that grows within us .....and in part allows us to accept the support of our brothers and sisters as coming from God.

    I think God sends angels into our lives - when we need them most.

    We just need to recognize them when they come.

    The prayer you sent her seems exactly right for her circumstance.

    I hope she can see that in thoses beautifully expressed thoughts.

    YOU are an angel in my life.

  15. A friend, whose mother died recently wrote me..

    quote:
    I really want to ask you, seriously, if you really believe in God, and how you then visualize that entity. If you don't want to answer that, its ok.

    She also asked me to say more, about my belief in life after death.

    Yes, I have new user name. Please use only this one for me, thanks. "The old man is dead." lol

    Yes, I believe in God.

    I'm reading the best brief English introduction to Buddhism - from Huston Smith's "The World's Great Religions" (formally titled, "The Religions of Man").

    Buddhism: sublime, beautiful, true ... but alas, for me, too impersonal to be my creed.

    I believe in a personal God because of the undeserved favor I've experienced in this life. To me, life feels like a gift from someone who loves us.

    It does not feel like a gift from someone who wants it to end (or must accept it ending) - but rather is wanting to, and able to, take us to another level of personal relationship - like a human love that's really working.

    I am rather a Platonist (again too impersonal as a creed) who sees all earthly and cosmic reality as a sign of heavenly realities - shadows on a cave wall of what's going on in the light of truth.

    I don't visualize that Giving Entity at all. Certainly not as a male-ish Father. Rather I perceive and experience manifestations of the Giver everywhere. I rather actively seek out new and novel intimations of Divine presence and reality and favor everywhere - like a fisher seeks for a catch. I've learned the best way to catch glimpses of Divinity is to love. If we do that, it's like fishing in a hatchery!

    The Divine-obsessed brother from Assisi was a great fisher of Love and revealed his techniques in a prayer:

    Lord, make us instruments

    of your peace.

    Where there is hatred

    let us sow love;

    Where there is injury, pardon;

    Where there is discord, union;

    Where there is doubt, faith;

    Where there is despair, hope;

    Where there is darkness, light;

    Where there is sadness, joy.

    Grant that we may not

    so much seek

    To be consoled as to console;

    To be understood

    as to understand;

    To be loved as to love.

    For it is in giving

    that we receive;

    It is in pardoning

    that we are pardoned;

    And it is in dying that we are

    born to eternal life.

    Amen

  16. Wordwolf,

    I accept both corrections. My adventure needs no exaggeration in my memory or the telling.

    I noticed the speedometer over 70 numerous times just outside Manhattan (e.g. Lincoln tunnel and heading out to JFK airport) not IN Manhattan. On descents downtown (7th avenue once, and an eastern avenue once) I saw the speedometer over 60. The snow (and his lack of windshield washer fluid - did I mention THAT!?) made it harrowing. I ruined more than just a pair of winter gloves. lol

    Manhattan is a different place at 3:30 a.m. - by no means empty, but quieter. He verbally distained folk crossing against lights and cars pulling into his lane slowing him down. I made a mental note to give more space to trucks (they might be on a mission from God). This guy IS an accident waiting to happen.

    He did run red lights wherever he thought he could semi-safely.

    Yes, to WNEW, my teen years station. Its recent history is all too metaphoric for current American society in general, si'?

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