"Our personal histories begin not with ourselves but with those who went before us. It is like joining a procession. We enter into a story being told."Dear Alice,
~(James W. May)~
Then you go on to say in this brochure coming with a welcome package,
"It is this STORY that we love to hear and tell as we seek to grow in God's grace, to love and support one another, to reach out in service to the community, and to be a place of radical welcome to all of God's children."So far, I've attended only one church service at Glenn Memorial UMC. You even unexpectedly jumped out and paid me a compliment to the "devil duck" tie I was wearing as we, my family from Arkansas visiting, were leaving Glenn Memorial after the Confirmation Service over. As I was barely able talking that Sunday, already an extremely stressful as well as bitterly disappointing weekend entertaining family who were here at my request, it eventually became my intention just making an appearance then slipping out quietly when that day finally arrived.
"Each person who enters this great procession brings his or her own personal story that deeply enriches this community's story already being told. We invite you to bring your story and join the procession!"
Here's the joke, the reason behind that tie being a favorite of mine; the reason why I went online just seeing if I could even find a tie having a rubber duckies pattern:
Ducks in Heaven...
Three women die together in an accident and go to heaven. When they get there, St. Peter says, "We only have one rule here in heaven: don't step on the ducks!"
So they enter heaven, and sure enough, there are ducks all over the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and although they try their best to avoid them, the first woman accidentally steps on one.
Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw.
St. Peter chains them together and says, "Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to spend eternity chained to this ugly man!" The next day, the second woman steps accidentally on a duck and along comes St. Peter, who doesn't miss a thing. With him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman.
The third woman has observed all this and, not wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very, VERY careful where she steps.
She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks, but one day St. Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on ... very tall, long eyelashes, muscular, and thin. St. Peter chains them together without saying a word.
The happy woman says, "I wonder what I did to deserve being chained to you for all of eternity?"
The guy says, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck!"Seriously considering going back online and purchasing that bow tie!
Why?
Well, it's kinda hard knowing where to start. So much has happened since that unfaithful day Thanksgiving 2010 I made the grave mistake approaching "neigh(6!9)bors" of mine for some "he(?)lp" who were living at the time in the house directly across the street from me.
It's hard knowing what it is you know, so far, and what it is you do not know... so far?
And this cannot happen until we meet face to face.
This supposedly restraining order being held against me by the Emory Police that's barring me from coming onto the grounds of Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church and even the grounds of Emory University, only recently brought to my attention by your assistant pastor Josh, apparently does not exist; having already made five attempts in person (still counting if needing to be) to the Emory Police on campus trying to learn more.
So far, all I've gotten from the Emory Police is a copy of the latest incident report called in by Sarah; which, btw is inaccurate as it is misleading. This is perniciousness and prevarication; an attempt avoiding the appearance of shunning. And I've told this to the Emory police; even giving them the web address to my blog where they can find more evidence adding to this active file they have under my name. And I am finding it hard to believe they didn't already know. No longer!
This should be evidence enough of something "foul"/"diabolical" playing out here.
Poor Rev. Josh.
"Well... you're obviously(?)being kept out of the loop; an attempt keeping you appearing innocent."
He claims, which he can no longer, that he knew nothing the day we first met face to face by accident; me stopping by Glenn Memorials office only wanting, having some questions about contextual theology as it relates to conceptualization of one's story and having a drug addiction myself, making an appointment seeing you.
Even said to Josh, in front of Sara your Communications Director, "Why doesn't Bob refer to himself as Rev. Dr. Gary? He could if he wanted to? Not sure I want to trust asking spiritual advice of Rev. Dr. Alice after my experience with Bob Sr. ( Doctor of Theology and Master of Divinity) and his wife Janet?"
Did not get an answer to this question of mine.
And this is not even getting into the fact that they have a son, Bert, Jr.(Master of Divinity) majoring in psychology).
Even explained to Assistant Pastor Josh some of the stories about my father (M.D. having a full time housewife R.N) and our Methodist upbringings as my rights/justification seeking these answers from Glenn Memorial "United" Methodist "Church"; that this was me giving the Methodist Church a second chance.
What better church for me to use as a second chance than one located on the campus of a secular Methodist liberal arts and science university...?
Even said to Josh as the last words we exchanged that day, after him being the one suggesting we all three were needing to meet as there was obviously a lot needing to be talk about, after him being the one declining my request this meeting between the three of us taking place at my home, after him being the one declining my suggestion we hold this meeting in Glenn's sanctuary with faculty and students invited to listen in as I needing:
"Well, I need witnesses. Will let you decide how brave you want to be."
Maybe this is what Glenn is afraid of...?
Even with a senior pastor having graduated Magna Cum Laude from Candler School of Theology...?
How can I learn the answers to these question without meeting face to face...?
Rather than use a joke I've already shared with Josh about a "Hare" not getting there before the "Tortoise" and a "Pedophile", will try making same point with the use of a different joke:
Eskimo: "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?"
Priest: "No, not if you did not know."
Eskimo: "Then why did you tell me?"
Well...as my mother and father turned me over to the Methodist Church the first eighteen years of my life the most impressionable years of my life; do believe a right insisting on the "United" Methodist Church bearing some responsibility for failing me as a child if I am to be faulted in any way as the man I am today.
Becoming extremely obvious to me, it is the tip of an "ICE BERG" labeled "Addictions" ...each and every one of us... ALL OF US...are living with our addictions of some kind(s) or another.
I'm convinced, now, it is our ability for abstract thoughts (God, Time, even Love) automatically equating with addiction(s)...PERIOD!
KNOWLEDGE = S~(6!9)~N; NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!Believe Emory's President James Wagner got it wrong when he quoted a sign of "true(?)intelligence" being "the ability holding two conflicting thoughts in one's mind at the same time and still able functioning".
This is known as cognitive dissonance. And it's my understanding, the very definition of cognitive dissonance implies, we, as a species, are incapable of holding two conflicting thoughts at the same time.
Just not possible.
And this lead to stress; shame and/or guilt.
Somewhere, somehow, something has to give; and how we go about this (all of us differently) is known as cognitive dissonance reduction.
U = PRAGMATIC COMPETENCE
Well...James stepped in it big time!
This would either have to be "living a scripted lie", or "manipulation and deception eliminating the possibility of consent", maybe even...
"people hiding behind God trying to fool others in the world but failing to realize that the world is not big enough to try and hide from God".
Then there are those who have no choice but putting on as cheerful a face possible and attempt getting through another day with the least conflicts...POSSIBLE...just...SURVIVING.
From my life experiences, the lessons I've learned, these are the ones I would like to be able speaking up for.
"Donna.
Are you aware that our deceased frugal Republican father
charged
just as much delivering...BLACK...BABIES...as he did a white baby;
yet it is...HIS...party's politics holding them back from their fair...CHANCE...at a slice
of
the American pie?"
"Yes, Jim Ed.
I already know this.
I already know this.
BUT...
he sent them...ONE FINAL BILL...and they still
didn't finish ...PAYING... him back!
HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH
Emory University/Office of the President
"Dr. Wagner has been able to forge collaborations among a diverse array of schools and programs, ranging from the arts and sciences to the professional schools. He also had gained significant experience in raising funds from private philanthropic sources. All of these notes resonated with the priorities of the institution in 2003."Someone needs reminding Emory's President, the Presbyterian Elder James Wagner, being "free from love of money", a "requirement" before able being "elected" a "Presbyterian Elder", not possible. And definitely not possible as the "current" "President of Emory University", a "secular" "Methodist" "Liberal Arts and Science" campus.
"You don't scare me. I have two daughters!"
Also...
James having two daughters with this wife of his who's a "seasoned" "professional" "Christian" "educator" doesn't show much of an ability holding two conflicting thoughts at the same time and still able functioning... either.
"When it comes to money, we are all of the same religion."
~Voltaire?
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make with the use of Emory's President James Wagner:
Emory "UNIVERSITY" flipped flopped all over the place with...THIS ONE...exposing a fatal flaw.
Different way of saying the same thing:
"God is a circle whose center is everywhere; circumference no where."
~Voltaire?
TAO~g(CONGENIALITY BIAS)d~OG are PRO-LIFE (MY SIDE) CHOICES.
~Simply Jim
"Mere unbelief in a personal God is no philosophy at all."
~Einstein
TAO~g(CONGENIALITY BIAS)d~OG are PRO-LIFE (MY SIDE) CHOICES.
~Simply Jim
"Be careful.
His is hearing impaired. He can be verbally aggressive."
~Neighbor: Iranian Uranium Enrichment Concubine the Other Half of Useless Green Acre Faggots
TAO~g(CONGENIALITY BIAS)d~OG are PRO-LIFE (MY SIDE) CHOICES.
~Simply Jim
TAO~g(CONGENIALITY BIAS)d~OG
are
PRO-LIFE (MY SIDE) CHOICES.
"Never wise one half of two equals taking advantage the upper hand; the other 'ABEL' although fair, not always raising two objections."
~Simply Jim
So much for
"Viva la Ecumenism!"
Well..am still wanting a meeting with you discussing what I'm seeing to be a serious flaw within the Methodist Church; a church in dire need of a correction.
And...we are free to meet...anywhere...we like. There is no restraining order.
Please! Tell Josh I have decided to take him up on his offer meeting me for coffee at Emory Village. As my schedule is completely free, just need to know when convenient for him and for how long we will be able meeting and how much of this time will be taken up by his prayer leaving the rest of that time available for me airing my concerns?
Although I would prefer we pass on the prayer, my eighty three years old mother loves them. I could ring her up for the prayer, but Josh will have to introduce himself. I am no longer on talking terms with my mother since that evening same day as the Confirmation Service we attended at Glenn Memorial end of March.
As well as needing to know, ahead of time, if any language/topic restrictions as it will be his ears the ones limiting the productiveness of this meeting. Do not need him just sitting there; actually not listening. To avoid this, may request he send me a typed up summary, afterward, of what we've discussed; or didn't discuss if he just sits there.
Also remind Josh of something he's already heard me say once before in front of your Communications Director:
"I'm not loud because I'm bipolar. I'm loud because I need witnesses."
He may want to reconsider us meeting at Emory Village.
How about we suggest, again, and please do join us, this meeting taking place at my home. It will be easy to find...AND...it's directly across the street from where Bob and Janet used to live as it is here where I can best explain how my "Crystal Meths Addiction" came to be.
My home is also directly across the street from where Rev. Bert, Jr. rocked so furiously in a red rocking chair Bob and Janet's front porch while waiting for Dr. Bob, Sr. returning home from work during a bad patch of his home a-visiting a while; a good while! Those obviously angry mood began to scare even me as he watching me come an go about my own business.
Until that day alone with Bob's wife inside their home, unwelcomed the whole one hour and fifteen minutes, was thinking this was one of their sons home having marital problems.
Wish you could have seen this sight of Bob pulling into their driveway late afternoons returning home from work. Boy did it cheer Rev. Bert up! He would come bouncing down the steps and ready greeting Bob long before Bob even begins opening the car door getting out. And then, as Bob pretty much behaves as if not seeing Bert standing there right in front of him, Bert would fall in step behind Bob like a little puppy dog as Bob began walking toward the house and up the steps; all the way until both safely out of sight inside the house.
Makes you wonder...what it was about being alone inside that house with his mother Janet making Bert so moody/angry; Bert preferring waiting on the porch until his father Bob returning?
Anyway, if just the two or three of us inside my home, then no need for me to be loud.
Just the two of you as I'm still just as hearing impaired at home alone as I am anywhere else.
And when I'm alone:
Can of my own self do nothing; as I sense, I judge; and my judgment is just, not because I seek my own will but the will of the father which has sent me.
It's what we veterinarians are...SUPPOSEDLY...trained to do.
Sincerely yours,
Simply Jim, D.V.M: TAO~g(HERD HEALTH MEDICINE)d~OG
p.s.
Having observed some strange behavior by the first two youths during your confirmation service; first a young man walking on and off the stage looking like a D?CK, then followed by a young woman of similar age wearing an excessively GOLDEN DRESS, who, when walking off the stage, suddenly started walking as if either trying not to drop an...APPLE...or maybe an...EGG...carrying between her legs.
Could be argued, neither; just trying...NOT...stepping on a... DUCK.
Could be argued, neither; just trying...NOT...stepping on a... DUCK.
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Then you jumping right out at me, right after the confirmation service over, just to compliment the "DEVIL DUCK" I was tie wearing.
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YOU'VE STEPPED ON A DUCK!
YOU'VE STEPPED ON A DUCK!
Seriously considering going back online and purchasing that bow tie!?!
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