tomtuttle

We don't need no ROA, out on some cold, damp, stanky farm in beauteeful Ohio. No siree, we can now enjoy the Thread of Ages, right here in the country comfort (and that's "Kountry", with a 'K') of our own pc work area. This year I have lowered the voluntary/manditory contribution to a paltry $45 for the year. Just send a money order or Visa card # by Dec. 31st and you, too, will be a part of the greatest gathering this side of heaven ... Simon, you will be blessed to coordinate the honey wagon, with marshmellowdipper as a helper of your joy. What power we've got, if we only knew it!!!!!!!!

Simon, my dearest way plumber, your mention of cloves sparked mah memory of dining room setup. Anyone remember that the dead-head table had different forks than the other tables?? At least at HQ, that is. They had small grooves on the stem, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst. And the napkins were to be placed on the left side of the chair, one inch from the edge of the table. I sure am glad we had that kind of training. Kinda like the shadowing experience: " ... and on this morning I am blessed to be able to shadow Craig. As I enter his office, I notice he is talking on the phone blessing, with a very loud voice, one of our wonderful believers. And all the while reading letters and taking notes, motioning to Cookie L to fetch his herbal lax tea. I watch in awe as he moves his hand, back and forth over his balding head, never missing a beat on the phone, reading letters and taking notes. And at no time did his hand separate from his body!!! Anyone with ANY spiritual saavy can see the Father working mightily in him, his eyes scanning every slight movement of Cookie's tight pantsuit, probably lifting her in perfect prayer with godly intensity. It's almost as if he can see, by revelation of course, right through her clothes, making bare the Christ in her. As I observe, I think to myself that our man of Gwad might even be ministering healing to her, without her even noticing, as he is being shown something within her needing the healing. And just when I think it is impossible for one human to do all these things simultaneously, I am confronted with yet another breaking point; that he also begins sipping his tea, ever watchfully mindful of how the samll teacup is lifted, with two fingers only, to his opening lips, like a sunflower to the sun, and then letting the liquid touch his tongue, throughly soothing and cleansing the inner regions of his mouth, just sos he can be prepared on all points to speak that Word, with all boldness, with absolutely no break in his voice. Don't you see it?? Hows by focusing on every movement of the man of Gwad one can experience a lesson in living and learning??? So I leave after my hour, blessed and stronger than before, having been meek to ensample set before me this morning. Now it's off to our nurishing lunch of sprouts and soup. And it dawns on me that God just might be calling me to rewrite E. Whiteside's world-renown book, "The Way - Looking for Love".

Weasels ripped my flesh... Was our Dr REALLY a little sweet on his sister?

and I shall not be moved. Returning from our interim year back into in-res at Emporia, because of the size of the 11th corps incoming, the 9th corps married coulpes had to 'shack up' with some 11th corps couples. I was blessed to share my abode in the upper room of Uncle Harvey, err, Harry, (sorry Harve...) with a couple who couldn't wait to uncover their nakedness until when they were alone in the room, or at least till we had fallen asleep. We had a bunk bed in the room, we on bottom, they on top. One grand evening, the couple above started gettin at it, springs underneath their mattress squeaking, my wife snickering, me covering her head with the pillow to help keep silence in the church. I REALLY had to go to the bathroom, so I quietly got out of bed, stood up to walk to the door, and lo and behold, thar she blows, captain, a vision of the wifey playing horsey with boosums bouncing like a sunflower to the sun. This scene was repeated many times each week, and just like Ex, I stayed my mind on the peace of God which passeth all understanding.

Whys don't we mighty corps men of God set to market our wares??? I wish I had my video camera back then. We cudda made a vid called "When Corps Women Attack" or "Way Women Gone Wild", or "My Sintillating, Titillating, Self-Manipulating Sisters In Res", or, well, you get the idea. Then we'd be likened unto the servant to whom Jesus said, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant...". Should we sit we here till we die, on that which our father has entrusted us with, hide it from the world, or should we instead market these things and allow God to cause an increase towards us?? I guess my story of our shacking up with ole Bathsheba, uhh, I mean another couple our last year in res, would be appropriate here, but don't have time now. God put it in my heart to share it, but not till tomorrow. Buck, are you sure you didn't start off in the 9th, then go LOA or DOA or MOA or whatever??? Thanks be to Ex for her unspeakable gift ...

Isn't that the love of God for you, 2 wonderful corps sisters, giggling in love, one toward another. We sure did have a sweet corps. Even our fodder on the wirewilley said so ... And how inspiring it is to hear how you LET the peas of God rule in your heart, to the which also you are called in one body, and be ye thankful. Notice in the septuigent the word LET. It doesn't say "Force it", it doesn't say "Make it", it simply says "LET". This word "Let", very interesting. It is the greek word hechodechoshechomai, meaning, "Let". We are to LET, to allow, that wunnderful peas of God rule, have supremacy. And where are we to let this peace rule??? Dat's right, in our cardia. My oh my, but you must have stayed your mind on things above when you heard you sister glorifying that which God put in her.

One needn't be enlisted in any branch of the service to quality as being a sailor. Go to the right lounge in the right area of town and any man might be called 'sailor', irrespective of his religion, err, having been in the Navy. As Elijah once said, "You are the man".

No apologies ever needed here. We as the 9th are all lewd men of the baser sort. Well, all of us except Rev Exexceedra. She's all dat & more... Our nickname was The Nefarious Ninth, due mostly to the fact we had the most foul-mouthed sailor ever to go in residence. Why, he was head and shoulders above even LCM in his God-given ability to string together numerous lovely, awe-inspiring utterances of profanities. That coupled with the fact our sisters excelled in ministering love and healing, especially during bless patrol or prayer room vigils. Add to that Shelloquipper and his infamous WOW burger bonanzas, Fast-Buck Fury's Ice cream bowl, and Davie-i-somked-pot-with-the-beatles-Bayleaves tunes from across the pond. Simon, please bring forth a discernment of wisdom...

I thought I had written 'reflections', but upon meekly receiving your correction, I now see that I wrote 'reflections'. Stupid me ... Say, you aren't the same Buck as the one I remember from Gunnijenkinson, are you??? The one who fell off a cliff because of falling asleep on a trail ride??? The one who had a crush on Cinnamon??? From whence hath this man these things?

It was called 'Reflections', although it caused refractions in my mind. In my mind i went to Galilee ... Thanks, Lisa Lockhart-Tracy. You might be on to something there simon. Maybe the Ashladi Ashlee - Tolsi's successor. And he looks hungry for a snack, like a pack of gum or something, don't ya think??? Looks like he just finished leading one of our old favorites, 'The Lord knows the way through the wilderness ...' John, you 7th corps were pecfect for us 9th to learn from. We came in, minds shattered and slurred by modern chemistry & such, and you all just booted us in the right direction.

Is that really Michael??? Is he posing for some sort of play??? If not, a case could be made against TWI, that involvement therein can cause fanatical results. I bet he looks good in a Lil' Bo Peep outfit ...

I do not remember a substantial difference in our sleeping time from the 1st year to the last year in res. Anyone remember ??? The mind is a terrible thing ...

Don't you ever fret that swallowing habit of yours, in some circles it is an admirable act ( I am thinking NASCAR, Field & Stream, etc, of course). Besides, as it is written, not that which goeth into a man defileth him, but that which cometh out. Simon, your cute little stunt of "fetching" a small butt in hopes of one of your brothers noticing it and offering you a WHOLE cig, that is just one more example of how you tried to help others walk the Word in thier daily lives. For if you see your brother have need, and shut up your bowels of compassion, how dwelleth the love of God in you??? You were always teaching. Ex, I miss our suppers together as a twig in res at Emporia. God gave me the keys to opening the doors to the snack shop, sos that when mah people were hungering after that half baked potato, we could walk boldly into the snack shop and "take inventory". Jeff Ludwig - is he still on LOA??? Somebody better call him & tell him not to bother with the rest of his corps tuition. Sunesistern, why didn't you believe to have me , Ex, Simon, Fellowgripper, in your twig our 1st year?? My twig leader was quite stuffy. She didn't like me eating yogurt or ice cream with my hands. And she REALLY didn't like me watching for Brenda's announcement of "Seconds are available". Where's John Coscarrelli???

I see nothing funny about poor Sally hitting her own belly. Why, out of the belly shall flow rivers, not trickles, of living waters. Are we all gonna be together at the gathering, and recognizing Simon from Yellowlipper from Texarkana from Robbie Baboon from the rest??? Simon, do you still smoke those god-awful Marlboro's ??? Did anyone else, towards the end of the month, look with lust into the butt pails outside the buildings at Emporia??? My interest was only to see how stressed out our corps was ...

is the death of one of His saints' cars. Ex, didn't we take MY chevalley impala, a fairly nice 75 model, yellow, to the House of the Rising Reddragon? I am sure in any case that we did have a case or 2 of FULL STRENGTH, not 3.2, which eneabled us to walk the Word while driving the Chevy (drink a little wine for thy stomach's sake ...). I remember our wonderful Jimbo Chevalley tuning my Chevy up in the auto maint bldg at Emporia before leaving. Or maybe that was for a HoHo relo, or some other adventure in learning. No matter, I was indeed proud of the condition and appearance of MY Chevy, compared to what most other in-res had brought with them. But our first year in res, I had a love machine, a maroon Ford van, with no back seats, only a matress layed with love down on the floor. For HoHo relo our 1st year, I went to Indiana. Coming back (remember, we HAD to be back in Emporia at, like, 5pm on Jan 1st ???), I had to stop in Indy to pick up the Framptons, Esmons, and Deb Gross. Before leaving Esmons parent's house, we saw a weather report, that a MAJOR winter storm was barrelling west to east and was just west of St. Louis, the exact direction we were heading. This was at 7or 8pm. Since we HAD to be back to Emporia at that specified hour, we HAD to start driving. So, off we headed, west on I-70. We hit the leading edge of the front around the middle of Illinois, with ice falling & sticking to my windshield. By then also, the temp had dropped to a pleasant 25 degrees or so, and of course, my wipers were old & just smeared the ice across the glass, making visibility quite nice. Oh yeah, the heater worked only marginally, so everyone behind me was freezing to death, and I was burning up, hot air from the defrost hitting my eyes, drying them out, and being tired already, trying to stay awake. The ice changed to snow around St. Louis and the hiway had only one lane open. You had to follow the vehicle in front of you, keeping your tires in the tracks of the cars in front of you. And as you all know, the drive west from St. Louis to KC was picturesque, never a dull moment. Well, there we were, trudging west, 5am, and approaching Independence, Mo, when all of a sudden my love van jerked right, like I popped a tire. Only the tires looked fine. Perfect. Very little money, 5am, tired, cold, cranky riders, pulled over on the shoulder, 2 inches from the one open lane of traffic, wondering what wonderful miracle we were gonna see. I walked to the next exit, and found a gas station open. The guy there said Sears at the mall across the street would be open at 8am. So I walked back to the van of God's love, and we waited till 8am. Then drove along the shoulder at 1 mph, jamming up traffic, to get to Sears. Turned out to be blown wheel bearings. Only took 4 hours and $80 and we were back in the saddle, heading toward Emporia, with only a couple hours to make it on time. We made it exactly at 5pm. Isn't God good ?? We made it in time for the 5pm meeting, which we all were electrified to be a part of, having not slept for 2 days and going thru many opportunities to believe God.

Back in those pre-corps days, when we were moving ahead with the things as we thought they were the things of God, I think that 95% of the believers, WOWs, Corps, twig leaders, etc, if they even had vehicles, had one that was at least 10 years old, with functionality at about 50%. If you were up north, the heater didn't work. If you were down south, no A/C or wipers. But this is not to say we didn't live the more abundant life. What our parents and others did not see, spiritually, was that we were putting ourselves in a position to believe God, to be a witness of God's hand working in our lives. There's your explanation ... "This tree died backwards ..."

That transpo God got for you for only $75 is a real dandy. But I would suggest before we go to pick up our little ones for twig, you put a Way bumper sticker on the front and rear bumpers. Hopefully this one runs on ALL cylinders and we don't get any more devil-inspired police ticketing us for leaving a trail of smoke miles long. They just don't see we are leading the way, leaving a path for others to follow. The natural man receiveth NOT the things of the spirit of God ... Oh yeah, don't forget to set a bible on the dash, seems to ward off those spirits of infamy, and attracts the well-to-do'ers like flys to chit. I want to ask Yana to join us for Thanksgiving this year. I believe also, instead of watching worldly football or pagan parades, it would be best if we had a public ex for the newbies Yana will bring. Maybe even a special abundant sharing, this being the season and all. As it is written, thanksgiving is thanksliving ... Bow Wow Now.

send me ... If Yana desires the office of a pastor, he desireth a good work, but he has no idea what he is getting into, wanting to join us in our happy household fellowship. As we learned from our elrod elder corps, we have a few guidelines which must be adhered to, just like those biblical truths. 1. Erect at 5am or earlier, read bible for 45 minutes. 2. Knowles breathing for 15 minutes, followed by a 5 mile fun-run for aerobic points. 3. Breakfast and family prayer at 7am. 4. Go to part time job at Shoney's or Bob Evans. 5. Meet back at the way home at 2pm for afternoon witnessing. 6. Pick up 2 baked potatos for the family dinner. 7. Supper at 6:00, PFAL setup following. 8. Welcome new babes to class at 6:45pm. 9 Reprove, rebuke and exhort all who are late (6:51 or later). 7. Hit 'PLAY' button. 8. Convene with 'mature' grads outside classroom, share Jack Daniels and Popeye's spicy fried chicken. 9. After class, go to topless bar for more witnessing. 10. Get home and in bed by 4am. Undershepparding new babes at this time is recommended. 11. Call parents for more money. That's the first day. Schedule subject to change without notice.

Do we let Yana the Yemmenite in to even discuss the miniscule, minute detail of this hunting with a purpose, or do we let him/her sit outside the camp with them that eat their own dung and drink their own ....???? Rev Ex, may we get some female insight, inspiration and prophecy regarding the man with the withered hand, who could in no wise move it??? We as a corps are crazy about ... this ... sports.

I had to go to Limb HQ for the Hunter Safety course. LCM taught on the how to choose the proper condom, the proper target and the proper birth control method. He said the class will be renamed "We Are Hunters After God's Own Heart". The main topic was HOW, with a capital 'H', etc... the master hunter must needs be vigilant to his own safety first, then he will be able to teach others also. Simon, I'd forgotten "Ek Ballo", to throw, or to throw out, even though, unbeknownst to me, I had been operating that verse for the past 15 years or so ...

I likee your cheokee way of speaking. Kinda like a tongue ... Simon, now your walking right on by the spirit. Maximize our efforts to bring new light unto our generation, and at the same time, sign 'em up!!! And yes, Jerry Jacks DOES honor the corps discount, so mellowtripper can finally use what he came into the corps for. One mind, one heart, one dollar ... Each one reach one. If not me, why?? Ex, do you still have the VPWWOW hotline phone, fire-engine red, that we can use once we determine which duplex or apartment is BEST for us??? I suggest that as soon as we unpack our mal packs, we begin the colin cleanse Grace Bliss gave me for our family. Not that which goeth into a man defileth him, but that which cometh out. And we should see some serious defilement coming out, as of a rushing mighty wind ... Maybe augment this purging with a few wheat berries and flax seeds over familia with fig pep. I hear a still small voice, but I believe it may Rev. Ex pleading to have us let her out of the trunk of the checker cab ...

I would be more blessed than I already am to supply the ride to our assignment of Tinney, NM. I just purchased a preowned Chevy Vega with spoilers and a wire-rim steering committee wheel. It gets 20 MPG and with the new Economax 2-ply tires I just slapped on it, rides like a cowboy, into the dawn to Montana, or where ever. We should stop at Wints in New Bremen to load up on the 3.2 before heading thru McCartyville and on to I-75. Maybe we can convince the waitress at Wints to come with us to start our new twig. She'd be the FIRST fruit of our loving fellowship!!! And I also volunteer to be the meal host. I have experience with unruly way plumbers always trying to overload the level ladel causing the rest of the table to not be as blessed as it could be. Simon, start the condiments, please. I believe they are pull start, not electric start ... Snipper, please don't do ANYTHING until I, as host, make the first move. And just pray I don't freeze or die, else you're gonna miss out. Ex, please stand and BOLDLY say "Seconds are available" ...

I think we're onto someting here, Simon. Let my life tell the story, or rather let us all paint a picture, of what this WOW family year would be like: Meeting/greeting each other at the DOA, err, ROA. Simon: Tut, you g*ddammed so and so, how the ***** are ya?? Tuttle: Simon, you Jesus Christ so and so, get the ***** outta here!!! Hey, there's the swello-gripper!! Christ man, but do you look old!! What the hell you been doin' since graduation?? What's that roll around your belt?? Been ABS'ing??? Gripper: Jesus I know, and Paul I know, but who in the world are YOU??? Ex: Hey guys, so good to see you after so long!!! Fellow, could you scream in tongues for us please??? We gotta hurry. They're serving beer & pizza at the way big-top & we've been called to swerve !!!!

You guys put a spring in my step, and a smile in my soul. Let your lower lights be burning in lust one toward another, for it is better to burn than to marry ...

It's good to (*clap*) home again It's good to have (*clap*) 'shipper within ... Welcome home, son. Now, hows about you manning the WOW burger tent to bless all our incoming WOWS ??? As far as excellor's sessions go, they are exempt from the requirement of two or three, and let one interpret rule. In these unique sessions, one may or may not, according to the guidance given him by the Giver (THE Pneuma), manifest multiple energemata of the pneuma. This phenomenon is called 'derech benai adam', or, Put you boot directly up Adam's a**"... Here goes: Beeepp Beeepp Beeepp Beeepp Booop Booop Booop Verily, fellowship with the fellowshipper and tune in to Simon. Forsake not the wise counsel of you ex 9th Ex Catherdra. Yea, Tuttle Tweaketh not the scripture, as the manner of some is.