The Calf

I really don't see the connection. OK, so the nickname of high school classmate Agustín Villacorta was "Becerro" which means a calf or bullock. Interestingly, Nora Lam, not spelled with a 'b' at the end, was a Christian Chinese woman who made quite a splash with her autobiographical books that were said to border on fictional in terms of representing reality even though marketed as non-fiction. I vaguely remember seeing her face on TV but know absolutely nothing about her, never read any of her books and have no clue about any connections there. I remember Sue Olin talking about Nora Lam but I didn't really know what she was talking about. Anyway, Christianity in China is really not dependent on the legacy of Nora Lam, who has now been dead for quite a few years now anyway, and anyway Christianity will always have its place in China regardless of the fate of Nora Lam's legacy because it doesn't come from her. I have no idea who those people are. I personally have no knowledge of the Hong Kong missionaries of later years, the Paul Kauffmans and the Back to Jerusalem people, and why they placed so much emphasis on that. Anyway I wasn't paying attention to China. I am not fond of the color red and that is about all they have in China, mostly just garish red. I am only interested in learning more about China to the extent that my great-grandparents were there in the 1910s and 1920s and learning more about their experience, knowledge of which is hard to come by as no one seems to know very much about that. Anyway, there are plenty of other places for ministry other than China, where one would have to tolerate the abusive hatred and scorn that Chinese people routinely heap on foreigners, whom, it is well known, they dismiss in their insulting way as 'foreign devils.' These are the burdens that missionaries have to bear when taking the gospel message to these foreign lands full of wicked liars, the Chinese and the Italian alike, who have not surrendered their lives to Christ and are only pushing their political agenda for personal profit.

The ORU Connection

There is no reason for me to feel myself inferior to some graduate of ORU. The ORU people like to assert themselves as the sole authority on all matters of Pentecostalism, gradually pushing aside any AG person who did not attend ORU, which is their strategy. I did not go to ORU and yet I am not stupid. I have no need of Sharon of ORU to explain the plan of salvation to me. I got plenty of spiritual guidance from the AG and never got any help from ORU. Thus I personally have not much thought of ORU. ORU has its place in Oklahoma but there is no central voice of Pentecostalism in the U.S. We are vaguely aware that the "Voice of China" moved its headquarters to Tulsa, Oklahoma, the "Voice of China" being the organization that was founded in Pasadena, Calif., by the late Bob Hammond, whose parents served as missionaries to China along with my great-grandparents. The Hammond family maintains an interest in China ministry but we here were never involved in China and have no thought of the "Voice of China." If the Hammonds were nice people who actually shared information with us about their activities that might be interesting to hear, but for them to be jeering at us and trying to make us feel like garbage just makes us less and less inclined to ever contribute a single dime to the "Voice of China," whatever that means.

Oh Brother

I do not have a brother. There are only two girls in my family, myself and my sister, and there is no son to worry about the family legacy. The fact that I have no brother was very worrisome to my mother who may have talked about this to some people, I don't know who. I also may have said something about this to Cori. Myself, with no husband and no brother, have no male defender in some sense, not that it matters. I am sure that Jesus will defend me anyway and my persecutors will be fully prosecuted in God's own timing. Thus it gets very annoying to be getting all of these messages from the obnoxious warmongering idiot brothers and male relatives of my former friends, as for example Pam Roberts' two younger brothers whose existence is of no concern to me. There is no reason why I should be intimidated by the existence of the "Roberts" brothers as opposed to some other clan. I seriously doubt that Pam is related to the Roberts of ORU, a college she did not attend, so she gets no college credit for knowing anything about theology.

Pam's Wicked Lies

Which reminds me that Pam Roberts also admitted telling lies about me. Well, life is short. I don't have time to argue with Pam about some minor details of an entirely insignificant conversation that I remember only through a fog dimly. It is shocking what comes out of people's mouths sometimes, but anyway I don't see why I should have to prove to Pam who said what. Pam's opinion matters not at all to me or to anyone else. Pam is nothing, just a wicked witch as far as I can tell. I cannot spend all my time fixated on Pam's silly mistakes. It wouldn't matter so much if all these people wouldn't take all of Pam's lies so seriously. It just gets overwhelming when everyone else is wrong and I'm the only person who knows the truth and everyone is refusing to give me any credit for having any intelligence. I can't be expected to right all wrongs so it gets utterly ridiculous. Those people know what they said and they should be paying for their own mistakes instead of making some worthless points about Marxist socialism, as if we don't know what that means.

South Dakota Dogs

Of course, there is no credit to be given to hideous trashy slut Pam Hart of South Dakota. There was no more vile disgusting liar on the dorm floor of Evangel than that hideous creature from the dark side of the Midwest jackal pack. Anyway, Pam was not present so she really would not know anything and everything she said about it later was pathetically wrong. She obviously heard wrong. Someone should check her hearsay sources.

The Sad Case of Alan Skogerbo

We do feel sorry for Scandinavian idiot Alan Skogerbo (MK-Peru?) but he was responsible for making his own mess and we see no reason to get involved in his pathetically sad problem or in furthering his futile protests of much ado. He knows full well that there is nothing wrong with getting married, that nature makes plain how things were meant to be, and that anyway no one was forcing him to get married or to choose a Costa Rican wife in preference to a woman of some other race or nationality. The rules of being an AG minister and missionary are what they are and he knew that. It was his decision to make, whether to marry or not to marry. That is the way God made things, and it is the man who decides to marry, chooses his wife, and anyway no children would be born if he did not will it so. Women are created to be the helpmate of the man in all these things, as per the Bible. These things are so obvious that it is not necessary for me to explain this. So if Alan dropped out of the human race, well, that was his choice.

Vile Wicked Jan Green

I don't know why I don't remember anything about Jan Green, my college roommate for one semester at Evangel. I really would prefer not to think about Jan and all the vile, disgusting things that she said during that time, especially her bizarre comment about a vibrator. I had finally managed to blot wicked Jan Green from my memory entirely and never wanted to go back to that horrible Spence dorm full of whiny obnoxious girls who I don't really like anyway, nor do I appreciate being reminded of the pathetically dumb and wicked things that they said unprompted by me. I always such bad luck with college roommates, Cori being just as horrible in her own way. Thus, it boggles the mind that the vile wicked Green family would dare to criticize me in any way. They should thank me for tolerating as long as I did their disgusting hideous sister/cousin/relative of some sort, Jan. They have no moral high ground to claim in regards to wicked Jan, that is for sure. Of course, if had a crafty fortune at my command, I suppose that I, too, could go around wreaking havoc on the personal lives of all my vaguely remembered acquaintances in the way that that has been done to me, and perpetrating lies and false accusations and undermining of reputation and relationships. It is so sad that the Assemblies of God sold its soul to the wickedly rich people, specifically the wickedly rich Mr. Green, so that there is no safe place in this world anymore. Church means very little anymore in terms of personal relationships, but the Bible require that we not forsake church altogether so we have to be there on Sunday even if it means nothing anymore, just another show to benefit only the wickedly rich Mr. Green.