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Post by Get off of TMB on Nov 7, 2017 17:51:00 GMT -5
Should the overseer or convention owner go around the grounds with an assault rifle should they experience a mass shooting?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 18:07:51 GMT -5
I've actually had this concern - given that there are so many people in one area, and often times the grounds are rural. Hopefully someone has some weaponry somewhere on hand, but still... I'd hate to see I'm dreading seeing the next mass shooting happen anywhere else, including a convention.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 13:35:35 GMT -5
Looks like all gatherings in Churches, convention grounds etc. will soon have to begin their worship with such hymns as "nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee." When I was a lad at Primary school during the season of lent there was a old saying that the 'devil had been let loose.' Well it looks like he has now put guns/weapons in his agents hands and let them loose on societies even outside of that season. People should be able to feel safe in places of religious worship close to God, and be able to feel His presence in their gatherings and not have to fear the enemy at/outside the door. It looks like the end times are on us folks.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 13:39:55 GMT -5
Should the overseer or convention owner go around the grounds with an assault rifle should they experience a mass shooting? don't worry gill i go to convention with my trusty sidearm and as long as i am not more than 50 feet away i should be able to take them down.... |
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Post by fixit on Nov 8, 2017 13:52:14 GMT -5
Looks like all gatherings in Churches, convention grounds etc. will soon have to begin their worship with such hymns as "nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee." When I was a lad at Primary school during the season of lent there was a old saying that the 'devil had been let loose.' Well it looks like he has now put guns/weapons in his agents hands and let them loose on societies even outside of that season. People should be able to feel safe in places of religious worship close to God, and be able to feel His presence in their gatherings and not have to fear the enemy at/outside the door. It looks like the end times are on us folks. Hopefully it's the end times of the NRA standing in the way of common sense. |
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Post by BobWilliston on Nov 8, 2017 15:02:08 GMT -5
Should the overseer or convention owner go around the grounds with an assault rifle should they experience a mass shooting? don't worry gill i go to convention with my trusty sidearm and as long as i am not more than 50 feet away i should be able to take them down.... A gunfight in the convention tent.  How many rounds do you carry with you? |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 15:05:14 GMT -5
Well, there are enough urban legends of bibles stopping rounds and saving lives, that at least there is something in the form of body armor... the thought still makes me shiver though.
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Post by fixit on Nov 8, 2017 17:47:35 GMT -5
In "The Land of the Free"...
Police are scared of civilians.
Civilians are scared of police.
Churchgoers get shot.
Toddlers shoot their mothers.
In "The Land of the Brave" no one seems to have the courage to recognise the problem and do what is necessary to fix it.
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Post by dmmichgood on Nov 8, 2017 21:27:54 GMT -5
Ironically, the First Amendment speaks of the basic rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (property). Enabling people to have weaponry that can do this kind of devastation seems to be a bit in conflict with that, but you know. Murica. I've heard the argument that "well thank goodness the good guy with the gun was there." To which I always think 'yeah, it could have been real tragic otherwise.' |
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Post by dmmichgood on Nov 8, 2017 23:36:05 GMT -5
 Looks like all gatherings in Churches, convention grounds etc. will soon have to begin their worship with such hymns as "nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee." When I was a lad at Primary school during the season of lent there was a old saying that the 'devil had been let loose.' Well it looks like he has now put guns/weapons in his agents hands and let them loose on societies even outside of that season. People should be able to feel safe in places of religious worship close to God, and be able to feel His presence in their gatherings and not have to fear the enemy at/outside the door. It looks like the end times are on us folks.
Partaker, not sure why you think that "people should be able to feel safe in places of religious worship" any more now than in past historical when the shoe was on the other foot and the "victims were NOT Christians but killed BY "CHRISTIANS."
But in spite of that, -the Christians haven't got all of "us" yet, -so the end times aren't quite here yet!
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Post by speak on Nov 9, 2017 0:56:37 GMT -5
Should the overseer or convention owner go around the grounds with an assault rifle should they experience a mass shooting? Sort of like I'll take the tools of man to defend myself when not allowing God to do His part. I believe that God would turn away the mind of a person who would want to do such. But if we take up arms then saying I don't trust God to help. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 4:49:56 GMT -5
”Once upon a time,” (about 50 years ago) a primary member of a bad reputation gang in Olympia, Wa. came to meetings and “stood up” when Mabel Gibson gave the opportunity. It was considered almost, if not an actual miracle. At the fall convention, three car loads of teenagers were reported by him to Mabel and then to me, responsible for the ground security, as coming to make trouble on the Olympia convention grounds.
At 6’3” and two hundred twenty pounds, only recently out of the US Military, I consulted with the region overseer, the local police and a number of men like “Wally.” The local police would not, or could not provide protection at that time until the gang actually showed up. So, the property owner and church authorities left the matter to me. In turn, I asked amongst the strong and able men to assist us. 20 of them volunteered to do so upon hearing what had been planned with full approval.
The young man formerly of the group reported as intending to make trouble asked me what he could do. So I told him full descriptions, including names would help, and then best if he would simply not appear. Then, choosing men willing to supply ten vehicles with two large men each, “we” arranged them five on a side a distance back along side the lengthy straight driveway, and a plain white late model sedan parked facing the driveway head on with myself and another in it, waiting.
When the three carloads turned into the driveway, upon prearranged signal all eleven vehicles lit up the driveway with high beams, the leader in the first car, matched his description quite well and was more than surprised to be welcomed by his name. Upon suggestion that they all (describing them by name) would wisely just turn around and not return, they did so and further trouble was averted. We kept close watch for any possible return after notifying the local police, and the situation passed without violence. Our convention grounds then were in good hands, and likely have been since, without aid from firearms, though wisdom dictates not to advertise that fact, eh?
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Post by Pragmatic on Nov 9, 2017 21:03:36 GMT -5
Part of Stephen Lungu's testimony.
"At 7pm I will whistle and everybody throw their stones and petrol bombs into the tent entrance…I want everyone inside that tent to die."
Stephen Lungu was the leader of a detachment of a dozen thugs from the gang Black Shadows which instigated riots and sowed chaos in pre-independence Zimbabwe.
At seven years-old, Stephen was abandoned by his mother on the streets of Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital. Since then, Stephen’s growing anger had found focus in the Nationalist Youth League which advocated the violent overthrow of the white government.
On this night in 1962, a huge crowd had gathered in a tent to hear the Gospel in the outskirts of Harare. Just before 7:00, Stephen ventured into the tent with a bag of petrol bombs. There, he was exposed to a new world.
A beautiful young girl from Soweto in South Africa told of how Jesus had "transformed everything." Her words resonated with an uncanny authority. She spoke about forgiveness. She spoke of a new start in life. "I suddenly felt very dirty and shabby," Stephen recalls.
Then a Zambian preacher got up and spoke from Romans 6:23 about the wages of sin being death. Stephen reflected on all the hatred he felt towards so many people that had caused him to pursue a life of violence and chaos. The preacher then quoted from 2 Corinthians chapter 8:
For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich.
"Suddenly I began to understand what Christianity was all about. It was for someone like me! I could identify with this Jesus. He had suffered in all the ways that I knew so well. Poverty, oppression, hunger, thirst, loneliness. I had known all of these, and so had he...My wages were death, but Jesus paid the price for me. On the cross he had become a nobody that I could become a somebody."
Still clutching his bombs, Stephen stumbled forward to where the preacher was speaking, even though it was still in the middle of his message. Ushers tried to escort him away, but the preacher forbade them, continuing with his sermon.
A few moments later, rocks pelted the tent and petrol bombs went off, causing a stampede out into the surrounding fields. Stephen’s cronies had gone ahead with their violent plan without him.
But the preacher remained, with Stephen on his knees in front of him, pouring out through tears of anguish his story of abandonment and heartache, of anger and violence. The preacher himself had come to Christ and found healing after having been abandoned as a baby by his own mother, and shared with Stephen Psalm 27, verse 10: "Though my father and my mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up."
Stephen prayed, "God, I have nothing. I am nothing. I can’t read. I can’t write. My parents don’t want me. Take me up, God, take me up. I’m sorry for the bad things I’ve done. Jesus, forgive me, and take me now."
Stephen went back under his usual bridge to sleep that night, but as an entirely new person. When he awoke the next day, he cleaned himself up and began his career as a powerful evangelist. He boarded a bus into the city and began preaching to the other passengers about what had happened to him the previous night.
He was thrown off the first bus, but when he exited the second, a small crowd of seven people had been touched by his testimony and wanted to give their lives to Christ.
Stephen realized he didn’t quite know what to do, so he knelt down on the sidewalk with them and prayed, "God, I’ve met these good people on the bus just now, and I told them about how I found your Son Jesus last night. They’ve said they would like to meet him too, because I’ve told them how he loves everyone in the whole world. So, here they are."
Tears rolled down the faces of these new converts as they gave themselves to their Savior. Three of them went on to become ministers of local churches.
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Post by bluejay on Nov 9, 2017 23:33:56 GMT -5
Should the overseer or convention owner go around the grounds with an assault rifle should they experience a mass shooting? don't worry gill i go to convention with my trusty sidearm and as long as i am not more than 50 feet away i should be able to take them down.... This is something I've never thought about. As a Canadian, it just isn't something that would happen here. Do Americans really attend conventions with "trusty sidearms"? |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 1:49:20 GMT -5
Part of Stephen Lungu's testimony. "At 7pm I will whistle and everybody throw their stones and petrol bombs into the tent entrance…I want everyone inside that tent to die." Stephen Lungu was the leader of a detachment of a dozen thugs from the gang Black Shadows which instigated riots and sowed chaos in pre-independence Zimbabwe. At seven years-old, Stephen was abandoned by his mother on the streets of Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital. Since then, Stephen’s growing anger had found focus in the Nationalist Youth League which advocated the violent overthrow of the white government. On this night in 1962, a huge crowd had gathered in a tent to hear the Gospel in the outskirts of Harare. Just before 7:00, Stephen ventured into the tent with a bag of petrol bombs. There, he was exposed to a new world. A beautiful young girl from Soweto in South Africa told of how Jesus had "transformed everything." Her words resonated with an uncanny authority. She spoke about forgiveness. She spoke of a new start in life. "I suddenly felt very dirty and shabby," Stephen recalls. Then a Zambian preacher got up and spoke from Romans 6:23 about the wages of sin being death. Stephen reflected on all the hatred he felt towards so many people that had caused him to pursue a life of violence and chaos. The preacher then quoted from 2 Corinthians chapter 8: For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich. "Suddenly I began to understand what Christianity was all about. It was for someone like me! I could identify with this Jesus. He had suffered in all the ways that I knew so well. Poverty, oppression, hunger, thirst, loneliness. I had known all of these, and so had he...My wages were death, but Jesus paid the price for me. On the cross he had become a nobody that I could become a somebody." Still clutching his bombs, Stephen stumbled forward to where the preacher was speaking, even though it was still in the middle of his message. Ushers tried to escort him away, but the preacher forbade them, continuing with his sermon. A few moments later, rocks pelted the tent and petrol bombs went off, causing a stampede out into the surrounding fields. Stephen’s cronies had gone ahead with their violent plan without him. But the preacher remained, with Stephen on his knees in front of him, pouring out through tears of anguish his story of abandonment and heartache, of anger and violence. The preacher himself had come to Christ and found healing after having been abandoned as a baby by his own mother, and shared with Stephen Psalm 27, verse 10: "Though my father and my mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up." Stephen prayed, "God, I have nothing. I am nothing. I can’t read. I can’t write. My parents don’t want me. Take me up, God, take me up. I’m sorry for the bad things I’ve done. Jesus, forgive me, and take me now." Stephen went back under his usual bridge to sleep that night, but as an entirely new person. When he awoke the next day, he cleaned himself up and began his career as a powerful evangelist. He boarded a bus into the city and began preaching to the other passengers about what had happened to him the previous night. He was thrown off the first bus, but when he exited the second, a small crowd of seven people had been touched by his testimony and wanted to give their lives to Christ. Stephen realized he didn’t quite know what to do, so he knelt down on the sidewalk with them and prayed, "God, I’ve met these good people on the bus just now, and I told them about how I found your Son Jesus last night. They’ve said they would like to meet him too, because I’ve told them how he loves everyone in the whole world. So, here they are." Tears rolled down the faces of these new converts as they gave themselves to their Savior. Three of them went on to become ministers of local churches. Just read the rest of his story at URBANA. Wonderful story. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 12:30:56 GMT -5
don't worry gill i go to convention with my trusty sidearm and as long as i am not more than 50 feet away i should be able to take them down.... This is something I've never thought about. As a Canadian, it just isn't something that would happen here. Do Americans really attend conventions with "trusty sidearms"? i might be the exception...  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 12:58:42 GMT -5
Perhaps it is one of those “don’t ask, don’t tell...” situations.
It certainly would be for me, if I were a packin’, ain’t nobody who would know about it.
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