1964 special meeting notes:Tharold Sylvester
Feb 1, 2020 15:03:55 GMT -5
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Post by Lee on Feb 1, 2020 15:03:55 GMT -5
I don't think Jesus nailed us to just one approach to life.
My dad and mom, with all due irony given their religion which is said to deny grace, ... they experience grace like I never will. In their good retirement money they've traveled the world several times over, meeting and greeting their friends, and having a ball of a time experiencing things generally.
The 2z2 was supposedly the place you could never experience grace. In all due irony, the grace I know is another day to endure. Part of this extends from the existential death spiral I dissolved into in adolescence, and my life to ensue.
The rationale, my rationale for my death spiral was as follows:
If I'm truly to be good, I will do as Christ says and pick up after every incidence of the assaulted traveler who was ultimately rescued by an "evil" Samaritan.
Applying myself to "good samaritism", led to the disintegratIon of my personality. For who can save the world, even one small corner of it apart from inviting injury to one's self?
So no, Christ couldn't have in good conscience advised us to pursue the course of the existential nihilism I thrust myself into following my disabuse of the all importance of the 2x2. This was all happening to me as a child, an adolescent.
Rather, a metered approach to life and philosophy, is the one most receptive to grace. What was that moderation thing Paul advised? I have a disbelieving friend who quotes him, a leftover I suppose, from her JW experience.
My parents are enjoying the blessings of grace, but I don't believe they appreciate the foundations of their experience.
One, it's weighted in materialism.
My Dad's personality was far more marketable than mine. He became a California professor, and does quite well in retirement. While interested at some level, he apparently wasn't drawn to the existential questions as I was, that would naturally arise from a religious experience, be it the 2x2s or another. His father's not professing and his older brothers rebellion may have assisted in his adoption of a magnanimity with respect to innies and outies.
But this did nothing to quench my existential descent into madness.
He goes to his high school reunions to this day.
I'd rather not be remembered.
My dad and mom, with all due irony given their religion which is said to deny grace, ... they experience grace like I never will. In their good retirement money they've traveled the world several times over, meeting and greeting their friends, and having a ball of a time experiencing things generally.
The 2z2 was supposedly the place you could never experience grace. In all due irony, the grace I know is another day to endure. Part of this extends from the existential death spiral I dissolved into in adolescence, and my life to ensue.
The rationale, my rationale for my death spiral was as follows:
If I'm truly to be good, I will do as Christ says and pick up after every incidence of the assaulted traveler who was ultimately rescued by an "evil" Samaritan.
Applying myself to "good samaritism", led to the disintegratIon of my personality. For who can save the world, even one small corner of it apart from inviting injury to one's self?
So no, Christ couldn't have in good conscience advised us to pursue the course of the existential nihilism I thrust myself into following my disabuse of the all importance of the 2x2. This was all happening to me as a child, an adolescent.
Rather, a metered approach to life and philosophy, is the one most receptive to grace. What was that moderation thing Paul advised? I have a disbelieving friend who quotes him, a leftover I suppose, from her JW experience.
My parents are enjoying the blessings of grace, but I don't believe they appreciate the foundations of their experience.
One, it's weighted in materialism.
My Dad's personality was far more marketable than mine. He became a California professor, and does quite well in retirement. While interested at some level, he apparently wasn't drawn to the existential questions as I was, that would naturally arise from a religious experience, be it the 2x2s or another. His father's not professing and his older brothers rebellion may have assisted in his adoption of a magnanimity with respect to innies and outies.
But this did nothing to quench my existential descent into madness.
He goes to his high school reunions to this day.
I'd rather not be remembered.