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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 5:00:03 GMT -5
Doctrine wasn't the reason that I left as, at the time, I still felt that the corruption that distressed us was simply the product of individual senior workers mistakes. Perspective has given me the understanding that it is the groups underlaying doctrinal misconstruction that has produced this individual moral decay that has become so evident in group leadership.
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Post by funny on Aug 15, 2007 15:55:13 GMT -5
God led me out of that 2x2 sect and into a real living Christian, God-fearing, church. Praise God, Lord of Heaven and Earth! Hallelujah, the Lord God Almighty Reigns! ;D you've got a gret sense of humour!
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Post by ranman77007 on Aug 15, 2007 16:02:53 GMT -5
I left because I no longer wanted to go to meetings. No one forced me out.. I didn't know about any of the stuff that I have read on the internet when I left....
I have never been one who has enjoyed going to 'church' so if I don't enjoy it.. why be there and make myself miserable and everyone else around me?
Have a great Tuesday!
now that i like... short, honest, and to the point.... God bless, ranman
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Post by ranman77007 on Aug 15, 2007 16:07:08 GMT -5
I haven't left yet, but my heart has left. I explain to my close friends that I still profess for my parents. I know they would still love me if I left, but I know how it reflects on them if their children do not follow the way. My brother doesn't profess. When I was a teeenager Adeline N. came to me at convention and said if she had known I was going to be there she would have asked my parents not to have brought me. I went to the showers and cried for hours. When I came back to the meeting shed a couple in my parents Sunday meeting said, it is good to have you here. I didnt profess for five or six years after that day. But I never forgot the words of that couple and their words were the only words that didn't keep me away forever. I came back to meetings and professed again. My closest friends and those I love most do not profess and honestly they are more true friends than anyone I met in the way. Becuase of God's dealing with me, and what he has delivered me from, and provided for me my faith is stronger than ever. However my connection to the way is weaker than it ever has been. Interesting how when my faith was the weakest I was the closest to the way, and now that my faith is unwavering there are things I see in the way that I don't feel is right and I don't always feel his spirit at our Sunday meetings. I don't think I will marry someone professing. That may be when I will make my break. But of course people will say it was because I married "outside" that I lost out.... My parents are firm believers that there are bad guys in the truth just as their are in the world so they are not against me marrying outside but I feel for them the day I leave truth. I know it will hurt them a great deal, and I love them very much. monica, quite a story. i'd love to chat sometime....
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Post by someguy on Aug 15, 2007 16:26:07 GMT -5
Monica, you really should register. To quote calmrainydaze I would love to chat.
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Post by wanttobewithGod on Aug 15, 2007 16:39:29 GMT -5
I really relate to your story too, Monica. It hurt me very much to hurt my parents.... M.
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Post by freespirit on Aug 15, 2007 16:51:05 GMT -5
When I was a teeenager Adeline N. came to me at convention and said if she had known I was going to be there she would have asked my parents not to have brought me. I went to the showers and cried for hours. Did she explain why she would say such a thing? freespirit
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Post by Ellis Coleman on Aug 15, 2007 23:23:23 GMT -5
Hello, I have really enjoyed this particular thread, never have written anything here before. I am alot like Scott, I was just not willing, starting with being a young kid in a high school full of Beatle fans with longer hair, I was constantly pushing the limits of what was acceptable. I continued to participate through my twenties even though my daily life included sex, drugs, and eventually prison time. Through it all I could go to meetings, mumble something of a thought that was often the result of frantic reading immediately before meeting or during the first part of testimonies, I felt secure there and I a part of something that my parents, my siblings, and friends enjoyed. I finally grew up, I continued but I was pretty much a part timer. The workers never really talked to me much about my very worldly activities, I think because of my family standing. Parents, brother, uncle in the work, or maybe I was just classified as beyond hope. After being married for awhile I did have moments of being sincere, mostly evident by completing projects at convention or mowing grass, I doubt if anyone ever thought of me as a spiritual leader. It actually felt good to work for the cause. A failed marriage that separated me from my three children brought me to a bottomless pit that was far lower than prison. I held so much hate for my wife and and guilt for my wasted life. Financial ruin was an ever present stormy cloud, fear of never being with my children again. I can't exactly write what happened to me that Sunday morning..the hand of god, a trip to the top of the mountain, I cannot explain it with words at this time (it's my first try) but I cried..and I found forgiveness for others. Something lifted me up, fear went away, and I started a new journey. I have never felt the need in any way to go to meeting or a church since. I have been where some others are..slightly bitter about workers and others but this is a journey and I ain't getting stuck on one page too long. My second wife 'fesses, and I go occasionally, sometimes I think God sent her to me, I never recall asking, I think he may have said "enough, here, have a miracle". Sometimes I go with her to meetings, I love the people and I identify with the weak and downtrodden, I hold so much respect for the young workers, like soldiers, they give their lives, all that they have and all they might have, dreams, families, children etc. Their lives inspire me to help others though my efforts are pitiful. Sorry to be long winded but it was nice to write it down. So long,Ellis
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Post by NO THEY DONT on Aug 16, 2007 0:10:24 GMT -5
If the workers "gave their lives" they'd be dead.
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Post by ii on Aug 16, 2007 4:08:28 GMT -5
If the workers "gave their lives" they'd be dead. if you knew the Christ you would understand
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Post by Sylvestra on Aug 16, 2007 14:00:12 GMT -5
If the workers "gave their lives" they'd be dead. if you knew the Christ you would understand ii, Do you ever consider registering and giving a thought someone can actually reply to, or at least give us something thought provoking? Otherwise, what is the point of showing up here? Best! Edy
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Post by eyc on Aug 16, 2007 17:10:57 GMT -5
Double eye, You are technically correct, to give a life is to die. I meant the decision itself to forgo what young men and women dream for and go preach is very impressive to me. What is your impressions of workers (sorry if you have expressed this before, I'm new) Ellis
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Post by _ on Aug 16, 2007 17:46:11 GMT -5
Double eye, You are technically correct, to give a life is to die. I meant the decision itself to forgo what young men and women dream for and go preach is very impressive to me. What is your impressions of workers (sorry if you have expressed this before, I'm new) Ellis Most workers have been told since birth that the highest calling for anyone is to go into the work. Many have heard this in meetings, from their peers, and from their parents. Just as it's common for children of military families to enlist, so to is it common for children of hearty professing families to offer up for the work.
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Post by no name on Aug 16, 2007 18:52:16 GMT -5
Hello, I have really enjoyed this particular thread, never have written anything here before. I am alot like Scott, I was just not willing, starting with being a young kid in a high school full of Beatle fans with longer hair, I was constantly pushing the limits of what was acceptable. I continued to participate through my twenties even though my daily life included sex, drugs, and eventually prison time. Through it all I could go to meetings, mumble something of a thought that was often the result of frantic reading immediately before meeting or during the first part of testimonies, I felt secure there and I a part of something that my parents, my siblings, and friends enjoyed. I finally grew up, I continued but I was pretty much a part timer. The workers never really talked to me much about my very worldly activities, I think because of my family standing. Parents, brother, uncle in the work, or maybe I was just classified as beyond hope. After being married for awhile I did have moments of being sincere, mostly evident by completing projects at convention or mowing grass, I doubt if anyone ever thought of me as a spiritual leader. It actually felt good to work for the cause. A failed marriage that separated me from my three children brought me to a bottomless pit that was far lower than prison. I held so much hate for my wife and and guilt for my wasted life. Financial ruin was an ever present stormy cloud, fear of never being with my children again. I can't exactly write what happened to me that Sunday morning..the hand of god, a trip to the top of the mountain, I cannot explain it with words at this time (it's my first try) but I cried..and I found forgiveness for others. Something lifted me up, fear went away, and I started a new journey. I have never felt the need in any way to go to meeting or a church since. I have been where some others are..slightly bitter about workers and others but this is a journey and I ain't getting stuck on one page too long. My second wife 'fesses, and I go occasionally, sometimes I think God sent her to me, I never recall asking, I think he may have said "enough, here, have a miracle". Sometimes I go with her to meetings, I love the people and I identify with the weak and downtrodden, I hold so much respect for the young workers, like soldiers, they give their lives, all that they have and all they might have, dreams, families, children etc. Their lives inspire me to help others though my efforts are pitiful. Sorry to be long winded but it was nice to write it down. So long,Ellis Well, helloooooo there, Ellis. I didn't know you spent time in prison; I knew you had some rocky moments in your life . . . . but since I'm not super tight with you/your immediate family (though we may be related in some sense, I think - the family is so huge I lose track), I didn't know all the details. I'm glad to see that you feel more at peace now with your life. Your wife seems very friendly, btw.
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Post by déjà vu on Aug 16, 2007 19:01:43 GMT -5
Quote' Most workers have been told since birth that the highest calling for anyone is to go into the work. Many have heard this in meetings, from their peers, and from their parents.
Just as it's common for children of military families to enlist, so to is it common for children of hearty professing families to offer up for the work."
We know that a great percentage of Preacher/ Pastors children have a desire to follow in their fathers footsteps and go into the ministry.
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