Sue

Yes, Sue Klein also attended that Bible College in Cleveland, Tennessee. I remember hearing that. Funny how those Tennessee people always treat us AG people like garbage, like there is some kind of law requiring me to like them when actually I don't. Sorry but I cannot tell a lie. I never liked Sue and her manipulative little tricks, the way she would sit there in choir Sunday School class and throw verbal darts at me, as if I did not notice, as if there were any reason for me to dignify such an abusive attitude with any kind of response from me. Better for me not to say anything so that their rotten attitudes will have no excuse, no cause to put the blame on me. They do a very good job of acting like horrid monsters without any help from me.

Shelley

Yes, Shelley who used to attend our church in Fort Lauderdale had formerly attended that Church of God Bible College in Cleveland, Tenn., and talked about the members of 4Him, a Christian musical group, who are her personal friends and college classmates and who went big-time as professional Christian musicians after college. Shelley also talked about attending a concert of Rich Mullins who I am not sure if she knew from college or not but said she thought was very weird. I remember reading that he had epilepsy so that might have something to do with it, I told her. And why are all these Cleveland, Tenn., people attending an AG church here when they think we are not good enough for them anyway? I don't know. Maybe they just don't have enough churches. They are a Pentecostal denomination that sees itself as holier than us by virtue of their slightly different doctrinal positions on certain issues but they are also much smaller with fewer churches. They grow mostly by stealing people from our churches. They come to our churches and try to make us feel like being AG just isn't enough. We're missing it by not switching to Cleveland, Tennessee. However, we cannot all move there to find a good church to attend. There are 50 states and we should be able to find a good church in any state wherever we may have to live for work or school. Nevertheless it does not always work that way. If we are all going to evacuate the coast and retreat to the Midwest, isn't that a serious problem rather than a solution? Just living in the Midwest does not make you holier than me regardless of what you might think. In another 100 years will there be no Pentecostal denominations left for the great-grandchildren? It does make you wonder.

Stuff

Yes, Aunt Cindy ended up with great-grandmother's piano so should I be upset? It was never my piano anyway so whatever. I have my own piano. And anyway, the aunts and uncles are such materialistic people, so intent on snatching up the goods when, really, these things don't matter that much. They never really understood what China was all about. It was the people who count or, well, don't count. It was about the mission, the Great Commission, not anything to do with World War II, but they always thought that religion was for old people, that rules were for losers, that church is just a big joke, that war was the whole end-all and point of being and, well, they just lost sight of the original reason why. They just think that it's all about them so they just don't get it.

Canada

O Canada! That is the national anthem of Canada and might have been the song that we used to sing at school assemblies at MK school, San Salvador Christian Academy, for the sake of our teacher Mrs. Grace Richardson and other Canadians among us. We also "God Save the Queen" for the New Zealanders and "The Star Spangled Banner" for our own sake. "O Canada!" is also the name of an attraction at Disney's Epcot Center if you ever have a chance to visit Orlando. The Circle Vision movie gives some nice glimpses of Canada's snowy vistas. I have never been to Canada but it is interesting to note that my great-great-grandfather was Canadian. He died in 1895 so we do not know very much about him. He did visit my great-grandmother once when she was 10 years old and gave her a beautiful piano. However, she was raised in Pennsylvania by her grandmother Caroline and various aunts, uncles and cousins, the Smith clan. I have the impression that it was a miserable life for an orphan with the whiny Smith clan until she was able to escape to Ohio and marriage in 1899. And what was her last name anyway? Levines? Levins? The spelling is not clear. Nevertheless, we are pretty sure that he had another daughter with his first wife, Miss Little, who died in 1880. I only learned about this other daughter in the last two or three years of doing genealogy. His other daughter's name was Esther, not to be confused with my grandmother whose name was Esther Barth, born 1906. I have no clues for Esther Levins, born 1873, and whatever happened to her. We just have no idea.

Our Nellie

It seems that my great-grandmother's mother was Ellie Keith Smith, which sometimes may appear as Nellie. Miss Smith married Mr. Archibald Levines. Now, was Mr. Levines Jewish? The name certainly sounds sort of like it might be Jewish. I do not know enough about his ethnic composite to say anything about that but I do know that he was actually Canadian born and bred. His mother's family, the Speers, apparently immigrated to Canada from Ireland in the early 1800s. Some of the relatives probably know more about this than I do. Anyway, Miss Smith was his second wife and she died not long after the birth of their one and only daughter, my great-grandmother. He also had a daughter from his first wife. He apparently later married a third wife and returned to live in Canada. So how did my great-grandmother get a passport for missionary travels when the application form of one-hundred-plus years ago required that she declare her father to be a U.S. citizen born and bred or else the date of his immigration to the United States? Well, her husband was able to get a passport and so his wife and children were attached to his passport so really it was not a problem. So there is really nothing else to say about this. It's not a big deal, really. You could ask lots of questions but I would not know the answers.

Nordic Nellie

Yes, one of the pleasures of watching "Little House On The Prairie" was to watch Laura Ingalls Wilder give bad Nordic Nellie (think Sue) a swift kick to the curb. These nasty little rich girls pretend to be spiritual and yet have never seemed to read in the Bible the Apostle Paul's parting words to the church: "In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.' " These rich people need to stop tripping poor little me when actually they are the ones with the millions of dollars in the bank to give away and I am the poor person who needs the money. I am just saying this to set matters straight. They are the ones who need to practice what they preach.

Prairie Dogs

There she is on television, blond Nellie from "Little House On The Prairie" all decked out with those hideous curls and bows in her hair, all those ruffles and lace, a truly villainous caricature if there ever was one. All that finery and yet there she is hissing and spitting as if we were the problem. Ha ha ha! No, we are not the problem. No one ever said that Swedish women have any taste. They just fake it with sugary cutie-pie stuff and then expect us not to notice. Ha ha ha! We noticed. Sorry.

Two-Way Street

It's a two-way street unless otherwise designated. There are no one-way streets in this neighborhood, however, so nothing to talk about in this regard. Enough said. No time to turn around and go some other direction. You can yammer until the cows come home but it won't change a thing. I am not headed your direction. Sorry.

A Monk's Life

It is pathetically sad to hear about those monks. We see that extreme asceticism is widely practiced in Tibet, all those monastic guys wrapped in sheets wandering the hillsides begging for their supper are monks as we all know, but what is gained by their self-abnegation? Miss Ina K. Birkey, in her article "No Man Cared For My Soul," suggests that such extreme action is not so much a remedy as a symptom of something wrong, a restlessness in the heart, a void in the soul that can only be satisfied by faith in the sufficiency of Christ's sacrifice on the cross for our sins. Self-flagellation and self-degradation will not accomplish righteousness. Nothing that we can do can make us holy enough to meet God's standard of perfection. We are sadly fallen. There is no one righteous, no not one. Only Christ, who by divine mystery was a man and yet also God's Son incarnate, was able to live a sinless life and pleased God. Only Christ can be our high priest in that His sinless life and death and resurrection qualifies Him to sit at the right hand of God making intercession for us. No other man can take His place.

Mary vs. Elizabeth

Yes, all these references to the battle between Mary Stuart Queen of Scots and Queen Elizabeth Tudor I of England are getting ridiculous. That history has nothing to do with me and my family. I have no real connection to British royalty so it does not make any sense. Like the vast majority of Americans, my ancestors left England long ago and I know very little about that. If my ancestors were Catholic that would have been before they became Protestants during the Protestant Reformation. And anyway, how many times do I have to explain that I am not nor ever was Catholic? Just because my high school was mostly Catholic, that does not make me Catholic. It was not a religious school so just studying Spanish literature does not necessarily make one Catholic, atheist, Marxist, etc. Besides, Elizabeth is actually my Dad's cousin, not mine. She might be my third cousin once or twice removed. Elizabeth has no children but neither does a Mary that I know. And anyway, Elizabeth is not the queen of anything that I would want. Her parents were missionaries in Venezuela, not El Salvador, so we really do not have much in common. Just living in Houston does not make one a member of the royal aristocracy of America. Besides, aspiring to royal aristocracy is not necessarily a recipe for success. Just look at Mary Queen of Scots the Catholic queen who was mother of the heir but was ultimately beheaded for treason at age 44. Her first marriage to the King of France did nothing to enhance her popularity in England even though the French-Scottish alliance was really her mother's idea. And she spent much of her life conspiring with the Spanish to kill Elizabeth and seize the throne of England. Later, her descendants ruled England but did nothing to further the Catholic cause that she championed. Thus, denying husband and children to the Protestant Queen Elizabeth did nothing to stop the Protestant Reformation because a move of God was underway and it was not just a matter of Henry VIII's divorce. There was a lot more to Protestantism than just a divorce. The Reformation was something that the people of England wanted and which the rulers and leadership of England continued to affirm in various treaties. Thus, it logically follows that they must have me confused with some other Mary, Mary Anderson, perhaps, or Mary .... . I just don't know. They obviously know something else about Mary but I can't really comment intelligently without knowing more about that.

Narnia

Isn't that funny how the Narnian Ice Queen is pictured on the television screen as a Scandinavian woman with flowing blond locks? I had not thought about this before, the book not really requiring racial thoughts of the reader, unlike the movie, but perhaps C.S. Lewis was onto something. Isn't there something positively evil about these Scandinavian women who slither around like snakes and pretend to be nice and charming and yet never really have anything to say? Never unload any of your personal thoughts to these blond devils. You will spend the rest of your life wishing you had never met them. Just leave them guessing because, really, they are not sincere in wanting to know you. They just want to make you look bad so as to make themselves feel better by comparison. It is not like they are really that good. It is just a game they play.

Interesting

Oh, that's sort of interesting. I had not realized that my former co-worker Sebastian might be Jewish. I never thought about this really. We never discussed religion or much of anything else. Truth be told we just never talked. Don't ask, don't tell. That way one avoids pointless arguments with people who just don't care about me. It's nothing personal. I am just a Christian so I don't expect him to understand what Christmas really means to me. He just doesn't understand.

Helpless

Yes, I am helpless to solve all of these mysteries. I really need some people to come forward and explain why I should care. I do vaguely remember Becky Nolin in college talking about her favorite singer James Taylor and some of his hit songs, "Fire and Rain," "Carolina On My Mind," "Mexico," etc. Yes, James Taylor is a very popular musician but other than that I see no connection. It is interesting to learn that his grandfather's brother died of pneumonia in a Shanghai hospital in 1925. However, I see no connection there. His great-uncle was in China while taking a pleasure trip around the world. I am not sure whether my great-grandparents were in Shanghai at the time but anyway they did spend time in China for other reasons not related to pleasure. So I really see no reason to think that James Taylor would know anything about this. James Taylor's sister is Kate, not Kitty of San Francisco, so I also see no connection to the Andersons, not that it matters except maybe to Kent Stone. Kent might remember Becky talking about the concert that she attended. I personally do not share Becky's fascination with the way James Taylor moves his eyebrow when he sings but also I was not there so I do not remember this, only what she said. I am personally not interested in getting connected to the liberal establishment of James Taylor, nor would I care to be committed to the mental hospital to which his family is attached. I am really not that crazy. I just need a little help from my friends, we've all got to have friends, I could get by if I just had a little help from my friends. I do not need another trip down memory lane. I just need everyone to stop faking it and tell the truth for a change.

Carmen

Yes, that is sort of obnoxious the way Carmen is always hogging the limelight. He has plenty of albums circulating all over the world. However, his music is getting kind of old and dated, very 1980s glitz and Greasy. He still pretends to be a contemporary musician and yet he is getting to be a rather old man nowadays, approaching the age of retirement and probably his hair is dyed, and still we have to listen to him yapping and hammering away on points of ancient history. One would think that he would be embarrassed of his own false advertising claims, pretending to be an eligible bachelor when actually he hates and despises women. We already know this. He does not have to explain. We heard about Chris Christina so we have no illusions that he would treat the rest of us women any better than that. Thus, it logically follows that Carmen should probably step aside and give someone else a chance to talk, someone who has something better, something nice to say for a change.

Self-Interest

I wholeheartedly confess that I do things mainly for myself and my own best interests and this is for the good of all. If I truly am doing what is in my own best interests, and not being too greedy or too self-abnegating, then everyone will benefit and no one is harmed. This is a basic economic principle of free market economics and not a problem that anyone should complain about in my opinion. I am no sympathizer of Max the Marxist and his gang of whiny losers. I found this quote on the Internet and I tend to agree:

"There is absolutely nothing wrong and there is absolutely everything right in advancing one’s self-interest.  It is a sign of self-respect....And if you fail to take care of your self-interest, you may likely perceive the other party to be “unfair” or to be to “blame” for your failures.  Failing to recognize the other’s said motivations to take care of their own self-interest is an abdication of personal responsibility that ultimately leads to frustration, blame and regret."

Yes, so there is no problem with me doing what is in my own best interests. This is normal. It would be weird to not do what is in the best interests of myself and those I love. You are the problem because you abdicated your personal responsibility and now you are trying to blame me when it is actually your problem. Sorry but I can't help you.


Marxists, on the other hand, tend to think that social equality is the goal. Everyone must be torn down to the same level of bestiality so that there is no judgment day for those who conform to collectivist norms. All is for the collective and the collective is for all. This idea makes the need for a Savior meaningless because mankind saves himself through social and political activities.

Yes, there is the Tragedy of the Commons. If too many individuals all act in their own self interests the resource will be depleted and nothing will be left for anyone to enjoy. That is why we have organizations and denominations, etc., to manage resources and regulate and resolve all of these issues. No one ever said we could go back to the garden. It is never that simple. It is very complicated.

Cats

I can't have all these cats meddling in my stuff and throwing their little hissy fits and shrieking and howling all night long outside my window. And, anyway, Cats is old hat nowadays. Its Broadway run ended in 2000 in case you had not heard and that is the way it goes with Broadway cats. One day they are hot stuff and the next day they are fired and there is another cat in the wings waiting to take their place and the old cats are not allowed back on the premises, not that I would know anything about that. This is just another reminder to these cats that they do not own the show. The show belongs to the producers and the writers. The performers are just little cogs in the wheel, like for example that filthy slut Heather Catto Kohout and her filthy wicked family. Hideous Heather will be rotting in hell for the rest of her life as far as we are concerned, or at least I speak for myself. Nobody cares that they worked for Nixon. They made lots of money working for the president so they have no reason to be wreaking havoc on us. We did not do anything to them. Perhaps they were actually part of the president's problem, at least much that much is becoming clear. If the Cattos expect me to say anything nice about them they will have to do something nice for a change instead of always buzzing around as if they were the Antichrist Emperor of the Universe. It just doesn't fit the picture. Someone really should punish the Cattos bigtime for their rotten attitudes because they stink. Like they say, if you can't win at least die trying to beat them down.

State Of Maryland

Yes, I really do not understand all this obsession with the state of Maryland. I have only visited Baltimore once briefly and it is just another big city. America is full of big cities with lots of good things as well as problems and inner city issues. My cousin lives in Maryland but that is probably because her husband lives there so she has no choice. Her husband smokes like a chimney but that is what she chose so that is what she is stuck with. We have not made it by to visit because, well, we just never have any reason to go to Maryland and we are kind of busy trying to unravel all these trivial pursuit games that they left behind. Women tend to live where their families are. I suppose that if I had married someone who forced me to live in the barren frozen wastelands of Nowhereville, South Dakota, that I would be forced to live there and make do with that miserable place and its obnoxious people but fortunately I am not married to a South Dakotan. So that is how things work.

Broadway

Yes, Mark's boss seems to be the Madame of that Broadway brothel described by Stacy. You would think that she would be embarrassed to show her face in public after what she did so it boggles the mind to have these trashy dancers spitting in my face. I never did anything to them. They are the liars anyway, pretending to be Latinas when actually they are Filipino island girls. Sure, the Philippines were also conquered by the Spanish even if their history is slightly different than Latin America. Sometimes these Filipinos also have Spanish names and look sort of like Spanish. But it boggles the mind that these Filipino girls are pretending to be U.S. citizens. I do not recall the Philippines ever voting to join the United States as the 51st state so they really have nothing to be so high and mighty about. We all know the Philippines has a lot of problems, lots of little Indian tribes and terrorists who kill missionaries. They have a lot or problems there. It was probably not for nothing that Theodore Richards attributes all of the thefts and robberies on the island to the Filipinos. He presents no statistics to back this claim but still, it is just a general intuitive feeling. We have heard about the Philippines.

Cheaters

Yes, Mark works for that dirty dancer riff-raff, what's-her-name. I do not associate with that type of dancer riff-raff. For what they have to do it really is understandable that they should be paid well to compensate. Nevertheless I do not want to do that or go there so I do not appreciate them calling me and trying to pull my leg that way. It just goes to show what type of dirty dogs they are that they would sic hideous Stacy on me that way. They stink.

Funny

Yes, isn't that funny, the genocidal Spanish fascists of Chile pretending to be the champions of the Mayan race. Ha ha ha! We all know that many Indian peoples of Chile have long since gone extinct. The Spanish tend to give high priority to genealogy and tracing your lineage back to Spain so the Indian people historically were at a disadvantage socially unless they could marry into the Spanish family tree. This type of genocide and racial domination was how the Spanish conquered America. I am not saying what they should or shouldn't have done. I don't remember even discussing this point. It's just a well-known fact that the Spanish conquistadores seemed to imagine their genetic composition is their gift to the Indians, like raping the Indians is doing them a favor. So I suppose that whoever has the power can do whatever they want. That is the way it works in a dog eat dog world. There are no easy answers to some dilemmas of history and I really do not want to think about this very much because it is a question that is too big for me and cannot be answered. Only God knows and understands some things. I am not saying it is right. It is just a page right out of history. We have all read the history books.

Mark

Now that's funny, Mark Hummel pretending to be pursued by me. Ha! I never thought much of him. He lives at the bottom of a Broadway trash heap. No self-respecting Christian girl is going to apply for a "job" at that honky-tonk joint. Beautiful music is no consolation for tolerating such a mean machine as that. Anyway, they must have me confused with Lynda who always was awestruck by Mark's amazing talents and was a student in his class. Too bad Mark did not do anything with himself, mostly just Broadway fluff and nonsense.

Connections

I really have no connection to Becky Wycoff. I think she was quite a bit older than me, maybe a couple of years ahead of me in college. I tend to think that if you want to know about Becky you could always ask those trashy Coneheads who are of the same ilk, er, class year. They always seem to have a finger in all the obscene garbage that goes on over there of which I know nothing. They probably could shed a lot of light on that story. I have no clue. I only know that Rusty always was an obnoxious know-it-all so it is not like a nobody like me could tell him anything. Sorry but Rusty was never part of my life really, just another boring guy who got left behind. Really nothing to say about him. Of course the Hoskins cannot say much. Look their own worthless Dave, a disgusting creep of another ilk

More Comparisons

If I measured myself by comparisons alone I would feel so much better than horrid Becky Wycoff and her dog trash brother Rusty, such pale shadows of the persons who were to me only college acquaintances anyway. It is not like we ever talked or like I would ever want to get back in touch with them someday. I feel so sorry for the filthy scum of Melodyland. Did they not learn anything at church, like how to get saved and how once saved to not live like the world. We are not supposed to watch disgusting movies titled, "Is it Just Me?" Yes, hopefully it is only Rusty who delves in th porno garbage so obvious on his Facebook info page. Sorry, yet this dissing of the Wycoff scum is fully "justified" in the sense that I would not want anyone to think that I had any real connection to them and my bad connections pale by comparison to theirs. Enough said.

Bertha

Yes, I suppose that you could make some kind of weird joke about the way that Bertha Dixon often refers to the Clintons in her book. Obviously she is not referring to the Clintons of modern fame. No, she is referring to E.J. Clinton, owner of the San Francisco Puritan Restaurants in the 1910s. He and his wife and five children traveled to Hong Kong to visit with the missionaries. Bertha describes these events in her book published in 1941. Bertha does mention a slave girl having fallen in a hole but no mention is made at least by name of my great-grandparents and their family who also might have been in China at the same time. No matter. So what if Bertha names Aimee Semple MacPherson with typical awestruck wonder while ignoring my great-grandparents who maybe were not so well-funded as Aimee. This does not prove that they were not there somewhere even if not high on Bertha's social calendar. So this book, "A Romance Of Faith," proves nothing.

Jack

Jack Garlit Jr. is nobody really, just another MK guy, one of those guys who we girls are made to feel obligated to, as if we are their slave girls, their objects of convenience, as if we are required to be their public relations agents and help promote their wonderfulness while they do nothing to help us not that we would dare ask for help, as if when he asks me to write to him that I am required to believe that he sincerely wants to be my friend and that I really should do whatever he says and actually write to him, and so I did. As if he ever cared about anyone except himself. My sister also wrote to him and it was pretty clear that Jack really liked my sister more than me and so he wrote back to her but not to me. That is fine with me. I can take a hint very well. It is not like I would ever be caught writing Jack ever again. Jack might be surprised to learn that not a stray thought of Jack ever crosses my mind. Jack married Donna anyway and then he divorced Donna and married Jackie and so he will never make it back to the missionary life anyway. Jack is just another casualty. Jack is nobody really.

Bad Connections

Speaking of bad connections, it is unfortunate that we have such a despicable creep in our family tree as Fred Hibbert. We cannot have any connection to Hibbert and his apostate religion of Mormonism with all of its disgusting attributes and characteristics. Just because Renell made a very stupid mistake and introduced the lousy rapist into her life, that does not mean that we should have stupid Renell calling the shots and running the show and permitting the horrible Hibberts to terrorize our lives on a continual basis. There is nothing special about a distant cousin's husband that he should have any role in my life. Just being descended from Charlemagne does not prove a single thing except that maybe you are exceedingly vain and pompous and annoying and not invited ever to my house. You were Renell's stupid mistake, not mine, and we all know see that Renell makes very bad choices in life. Renell deserves no particular honor in my view and she is obviously not the Virgin Mary, just another high school dropout who does not seem to realize how much she does not know. The beginning of awareness is to be aware that you do not know everything.

Unequally Yoked

Be ye not unequally yoked together. That is what the Bible says, and this means that if I marry a non-Christian it will be a miserable life for me, an unending litany of woes that would most likely terminate in a cruel and miserable divorce because there is no communion of light with darkness. All the free baubles in the world would not compensate for the misery of marrying a non-Christian. How can a Christian be happy married to a non-Christian regardless of race. Only a true Christian can see eye to eye the light of Christ. This explains why Elizabeth is so miserable and divorced from her Jewish non-Christian husband but really she should have known better if she were truly raised in a Christian home. What do those CMA people teach over there anyway? Nothing?

Comparisons

If I were to measure myself by comparison to others, I would feel pretty good about myself in comparison to the dimwitted "cousins," as for example mentally deficient airhead CMAer Elizabeth who married a Jewish guy but is now divorced. I know better than to get legalistic about such matters as ancestor worship. It is not the law that will save me. The law is the cruel taskmaster who will constantly remind me of my shortcomings and where I have fallen short in fulfilling the law. I can never be happy if I were to depend on the law. No, there is nothing about CMA that appeals to me in the least. I have no idea why the Hunts, quite distant relatives of ours actually, took a turn into oblivion for there is no benefit to being CMA. My great-grandfather might have been also associated with them back in the 1940s but that was a long time ago and I don't know anything about that. I only know that I always was AG and that is all I know or ever was. It is much more beneficial to be AG than to be a mostly Baptist, meaningless CMAer. I think that my great-grandfather would have preferred AG to CMA also but there was that old misunderstanding from China that could never seem to be cleared up and he could not get papers from the AG back in the 1930s or 40s but that is ancient history. Obviously we have a whole different generation today and none of us were ever in China or know anything about that stuff. Hopefully the bigshots in Springfield are not going to play stupid games of mockery and ridicule of us. It just wouldn't be fair or the right thing to do. Modern Pentecostals are supposed to be better than that, not even worse.

Fourfold Gospel

Was the CMA Pentecostal or Baptist? I am getting confused They rejected the initial evidence doctrine, preferring instead the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy regarding tongues and glossolalia and yet they share with the Foursquare church the emphasis on what A.B. Simpson, CMA founder, calls the "Fourfold Gospel." Frederick H. Senft, in his Introduction to Simpson's "Fourfold Gospel," says: "This does not mean that the blessings of the Gospel are limited exclusively to four — Christ our Saviour, Christ our Sanctifier, Christ our Healer, and Christ our Coming Lord. In one sense it is a manifold Gospel with countless blessings and ever deeper and richer experiences of God's grace and love. 'But there are four messages in the Gospel,' says the author, 'which sum up in a very complete way the blessings which Christ has to offer us and which it is especially important that Christians should emphasize today.' These constitute four great pillars in the temple of truth." Ok, so, that's nice, but still, it goes confusing. That is why they are the elected denominational position paper writers and I am not.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Don't ask me what it means to be a Pentecostal MK and then I will not have to explain about the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners and the fireworks on Chistmas Eve and New Year's Eve all night long so that everybody sleeps all day on Christmas. It is very dangerous to be an MK, especially if people keep asking me all of these questions, like what it means to be a Pentecostal and what is glossolalia and the initial evidence and all that other doctrinal stuff. Not even Pentecostals can agree on many of these points and Baptists disagree with us also, and then also others disagree with us, like the Christian Missionary Alliance. Just because my grandmother's sister married a CMA missionary (the diary says they met at an AG college but he dropped out later to become CMA), that does not mean that we all dropped out of AG or that we are all of us CMA. The CMA position differs from the AG but who am I to tell them where they are wrong. Now there is a job for George Wood and the other big wigs of Springfield. They have it all spelled out in Springfield. You tell the CMA where to go, you hotshots who were elected to tell it like it is. That is their job.

Daniel

Now that's funny, trashy heathen "Cousin" Daniel pretending to be a Christian. We do hope that he likes his new family because he does not really have an old family except in his fantasies. He was never part of my life anyway, only seen at family funerals, and anyway that is so weird the way he talked sarcastically about his own family appearing "Christian." As if his hanging out exclusively with black people makes him a better person, a better Christian than all of the white "Christians" of his former family. As if there were something inherently better about having black skin as opposed to white skin. We do not really care what color his wife and children are. We just don't give much credence to Daniel's nonsense. We do not appreciate the constant dissing of us by Danny who, as we always knew, is a blithering idiot and does not represent us in any collective way. Lots of people with white skin are Christians, too. We do not have to marry interracially to prove some point or earn God's forgiveness. If Danny wants to do that, that would be his choice, but that is not my problem. There is no eleventh commandment saying thou shalt marry interracially. And anyway, Danny has no license to preach so he has no place to be spreading his distorted gospel of guilt, fortunately for us.

Pecking Order

Yes, it is very frustrating to be at the bottom of the pecking order. Everyone enjoys taking a shot at the white girl as perhaps a condition of their advancement to better things, a higher place where they can look down within disdain upon little old white girl who got left behind. We are not so stupid as to not have figured out that everyone else's progress depends on their dissing us first as part of proving to better. We are not so stupid as to not be able to figure that out everyone prefers diversity to the white girl. Everything we say will be used against us, we never get what we want, only what they think we deserve. They don't need us, don't want us, don't have to listen to us if they don't want to. Yes, thanks for reminding me of this point night and day, day and night, ad nauseum.

Holy Order of Mans

The four blocks of the Holy Order of Mans symbolize Mystery, Love, Intelligence, and Wisdom. Nevertheless, we urge caution as we do not want to get our convicts mixed up. Sure, Tommy Anderson, before getting saved of course, served time in Walla Walla on a burglary charge even though he says he did not commit the actual burglary, only cased out the saloon prior to the theft committed by someone else. Nevertheless, people in the saloon remembered Anderson's odd behavior in the saloon, his calculated observations of the location of the cash box and his pacing  the number of steps from the door to the bar, from the bar to the window, etc. so he is the one who got caught. Certainly, it does not pay to do someone else's dirty work as his example suggests.

In contrast, we review the example of The Rev. Earl W. Blighton who in 1951 jumped bail in New York after he was fined $500 for practicing medicine without a license in New York. Blighton headed west and in San Francisco founded the Holy Order of MANS, a monastic order also known as the Science of Man Church.


The Catholic organization headed by Dr. Blighton, who fancied himself the Reincarnation of Saint Paul, was sued in 1971 by Miss Randcliff after the priests apparently tried to administer chiropractic adjustments.

The Holy Order of Mans holds chiropractic medicine in high regard and at one time even had a staff chiropractor designated with the title "Director of Healing."

However, Dr. Edward R. Riffle (the man who sued by great-grandfather in 1950), who had apparently served as the church's "director of healing" at some time before the order was incorporated, in 1971 denied having anything to do with Blighton's organization. "I'm now a Pentecostal, "Dr. Riggle said. "In studying my bible I found I could not agree with Blighton."

By that time most of Blighton's patients were sent to another chiropractor in San Francisco. When interviewed, the chiropractor said that adjustments may be administered at home as long as no fee is charged. In fact, even masseuses may be qualified to do chiropractic adjustments.

Ha! Funny thing is my cousin David once cracked my back. Well, that's a completely unrelated story so it has nothing to do with this. That does not make me Catholic. Obviously, we are Pentecostals even if we had out disagreement with the Riffles. You could always ask the Riffles.

I am just retelling the story posted online here.

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The Science of Man
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Gale Encyclopedia of Occultism & Parapsychology
Stories of Father Paul
Templum de Octo Rosae Mysticus
Wikipedia
Global Oneness
Great White Brotherhood
Encyclopedia of new religious movements, page 274
Coed Monastery
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America's Alternative Religions
Museum of Learning
The Concise Guide to Today's Religions and Spirituality
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Hispanic Hawaii

The way Mr. Richards talks about Hispanics in Hawaii is so politically incorrect and racist. The book was written in 1917 so I suppose people could get away with talking that way at the time. Obviously there is no way today that anyone could get away talking about Hispanics this way without getting stabbed to death by the bloodthirsty, vengeful, murderous "Raza." Mr. Richards says of the many Puerto Ricans in Hawaii: "Of the polyglot population of Honolulu, perhaps the least hopeful from an economic point of view are the few Porto Ricans....Brought to the Islands to promote the sugar industry, not a few of them have left the plantations and have drifted to Honolulu, for much the same reasons that congest our large cities on the mainland....In one of the most "submerged" portions of the city there was a shack of utterly shiftless and riotous Porto Ricans. Their children did not go to school and scorned anything much in the way of clothing. The institution of marriage had been long since lost sight of; they were living "haiku," as the Hawaiians put it when they want to call domestic relations 'mixed.'"

The Filipinos fare poorly also in Mr. Richards' estimation.

"Many outsiders told us that they were a wild people and that they never would be any good; that all the robberies and murders are committed by them." All of which Tommy admits, adding to the indictment that there were "some mightily bad ones among them." He goes on to prove their worldliness by what seems to us as "judging them in respect to meats," or, rather, vegetables. He declares tat they are great lovers of leeks and onions. This somehow suggests "Egypt" to us, and we wonder whether Brother Tommy was not straining at a scriptural parallel, thinking of those poor whilom bond slaves yearning so for the odorous garlic despite the hard service in bricks.

"So now the Filipinos," says Brother Tommy, "planted their biggest crop in leeks and onions, and all around the mission house was planted a beautiful crop of them." This pointed in the direction of good works, so Tommy thought; it was far better than weeds. "But now" — note the triumph of it — "the leeks and onions have been pulled out, and in letters of small red flowers 'PAHOA MISSION' has been planted, to be seen by all passers on the public road, while on the sides are fern trees, and some of the bird's-nest variety, and roses, and on the edge, a row of hibiscus. So now you see the gospel made them change from leeks and onions to roses and ferns."

What think you of that proof of the gospel? Plantation men might not agree. From utility to sentiment would spell no progression to them. As for us, the Egypt-Canaan figure appeals, aside from some inherent prejudice against garlic.

"Also in front of their own houses they are planting flowers and trees where before only weeds and wild grass grew." This is conclusive. The same fruit of the gospel has appeared among the Japanese in the Islands, of which the Hawaiian Board records have much to tell us.

But there is a nobler fruit still: "Now they come to services. We hunt for them no more under beds and behind doors and between ceilings and roof." It is either a new habit or a new taste, or both. There is evidently something in that mission for which they come. So much is clear.

So whether the Hispanics have progressed is a question of fruits. As with all peoples and nations, we judge them by their fruits.