Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dennis Says: "Ok, Ok,...I Still Miss It!"




OK, OK...I still miss it.

What is it about the Fall Festival season that still finds a very conscious or at least subconscious place in our former WCG minds?  I always have looked forward to Fall in any place I lived and for half my life at least Fall meant Feast of Tabernacles.  I always like the Feast of Trumpets because plainly it could be, whether should be, linked to the Second Coming of Jesus just any time at the last trump.  Atonement, not so much except it was not uncommon to leave that night or at the latest, the next day for the Feast of Tabernacles somewhere.

I still have relatives who physically linger around the edges of the COG and the Festivals even though they never attend church during the year and really don't believe much in it.  Yet it is not uncommon for them to get that old "Feast Fever" and head off to, not just some local site, but some foreign country of the Islands, to "keep the Feast."   I know some who go to festival sites yet don't go to church at that that site at all!  How nuts is that.  Well, really not nuts if you have to endure the worn out old routine of 3 songs, opening prayer, sermonette, announcements, special music, nuther song, sermon that is over long before the guy gets finished and nuther song with hurry up and pray ending.  

But Fall feels like the Feast to me and I can tell you without looking which full moon is it! 

Even the new and improved WCG which repudiates the crazy thing still finds Fall time to Cruise for Jesus.  You can't tell me that is not a leftover need to get out of Dodge in the Fall.  Old habits die hard.



I think I miss the crowd with the common hope.  It was a great hope you know.  The world is indeed nuts and a clean up is in order.  I loved seeing all the friends, new and old from churches long since transferred from.  Friends in WCG seemed to be true friends indeed to me and I can't say i don't miss them.  If I don't miss someone, it's the guys i went to college with who went on to be pastors and still are either in some splinter or sliver or simply off on their own repeating the same old story over and over still without the training or credentials to know whereof they speak.  Oh well, it's a living.

I have to say, I miss teaching and giving those sermons to thousands. I can only speak for myself, but I had fun. Tried to pick practical topics and always found a way to get around speaking about the assigned topic that was given each towards the latter years from "HQ."  I guess they were afraid of who would really say what so they told them what to say.  My last real sermon, "The Politics of the New Testament" at Myrtle Beach, was my last really great time for me in teaching. I ended up saying a bit too much and shortly after labeled as knowing a lot about Jesus, but not knowing Jesus.  Oh well, screw it. To me, knowing a lot about Jesus and knowing Jesus are one in the same unless one goes into some kind of silly evangelical fourth dimension.   However remind me to clean up my explanation of how Matthew came up with his Virgin Birth 'prophecy.'  And never, never say,  "come on folks, where DO babies come from" to a COG audience or administration  :(
It was still fun and I'm still right.

I did hear one minister, still a minister THREE TIMES in THREE FEASTS give the same sermon!!!  As soon as he said, "I'm going to show you something you have never seen before and will never see again."  He then opened a peanut and ate it.  The third time I got up and took a walk on the beach. Much nicer.

I still have friends from the past however I rarely hear from them.  When I call on occasion, we remember the good old days and realize how old we have gotten.  After all, with Jesus coming shortly, soon and 3-5, 10 at the most, no more than 15 and 20 tops....we weren't supposed to start falling apart.  Some have weathered aging well and others, not so much..ha.    But like the tractor pull at the fair that has the sliding weight that bogs you down eventually and says, "you know I'm going to get you," nothing lasts.

But what is the pull of it all.  I was not as much a fan of the Spring Holydays.  Passover and UB was taught from on high in such a negative manner.  Somber, sober and Stiffling.  Every year someone somewhere had to argue over what day really was the Passover and what really was and was not leavening.  I had to conduct the funeral service we called the Passover and read an hours worth of script that Jesus may or many not have said since only one gospel reports any of it.  Hoping one did not get memberstinkyfeet for the footwashing was always a hoot!

No, I miss the Feast.  The reasons seem deeply set and it's not because I know I should be there and am rebellious.  I know it is not necessary and it's origins are nothing what the COG's think.  I seriously doubt they really point to all the glorious things we thought they did.  If they do, "time is short," has a meaning different from what "time is short" means to me. 

And of course, Second tithe was really play money and only turned back into real money when we left after the first service on the Last Great Day because we wanted to get home and had to get back to work.  Only the really loyal stayed until 4:30 PM and left that evening.

Anyway, it's a lonely time of year for me personally.  I expect it is for others too and even those who rail against their church experience. 

I get a little depressed this time of year. What were all those years about anyway?  Was it all one big waste of time and energy?  Yes and no?  I didn't ever see or even hear about "drunken ministers" or "drunken members."  I don't say it wasn't so.  I just didn't hang with that crowd.  It was a challenge at times keeping track of my teen sons but they still speak fondly of their WCG Festival experiences, one even returning to Jekyll a couple years ago just to feel the feelings.

At any rate.  Nothing wrong with feeling a bit nostalgic.  It is amazing to me however the lengths some who do not attend and do not believe in the festivals will go to, to attend one or at least find a reason to take that great Fall vacation to some amazing place they never would have gone to for any other reason.

Jesus, if you are listening...Soon would really be a good time to return and shut us all up.

Dennis C. Diehl

11 comments:

Steve said...

I miss checking out the broads at the Feast. Other than that, I miss it like I miss having a sore on my ass. Oh, all that time and money spent for NOTHING!!!

Allen C. Dexter said...

I'm glad to be done with the old hassle but have to admit that I still dream about going to feasts.

Having gone to Hawaii twice and New Orleans, plus other shorter vacations, I now know what a real vacation is like. Makes me want to throw rocks at the feasts.

I'm reminded of what a former elder said he told his wife after his first feast. He said, "That was no vacation." Gene Scarborough was a wise old Indiana farmer. He wasn't the aloof, uppity kind so many others were. I loved and respected him.

NO2HWA said...

Wasn't Gene Scarborough the original owner of Granny's Pantry natural food store? If I remember right he was. I also remember that when he sold it years ago that some nut job ministers said that if the new owner opened the store on Saturdays that it would fail immediately. It is still there in the same location and still open on Saturdays!

Lake of Fire Church of God said...

Great post, Dennis. I could relate to every word and thought you wrote about this time of year - because I feel the same way. Perhaps it is a nostalgic return to my youthful "wonder years" when I was young, dumb and stupid.

I really did believe the return of Jesus Christ to this earth was needed to solve humanity's many problems, and usher in utopia on earth. I was very idealistic, and even today I realize the many problems our world has, and wish for solutions.

It could also be that you and I are realizing our own mortality - that there are limits to our lives. Perhaps we are being reflective for perspective, and the fall Feast time is a time of harvest reaping what we have sown. What was it all about, Alfie?

I am still a spiritual person, although I realize things just aren't the way we were taught in the WCG. For example, I do not believe in soul sleep waiting for a resurrection. I believe there is a spirit in mankind that lives on the moment after we leave this physical shell.

I believe at death, we enter what the WCG called "the Kingdom of God" which is what the Feast of Tabernacles pictures - what the Church described as Christ's millenial reign. What is wrong with having a hope and faith for the future including immortality?

I have visited Jekyll Island also in recent years. Much of the island is the very same as it was many years ago. I still am amazed that the Church use to construct the world's largest tent every year there. I wonder if the local government authorities would allow that in today's world.

Richard

Allen C. Dexter said...

"Wasn't Gene Scarborough the original owner of Granny's Pantry natural food store?"

Yes, he was. We frequented it and Trader Joe just down the street. Trader Joe is spreading all over the nation, and there will soon be one in Prescott and I think Sedona. I'm anxiously awaiting the openings. It's foreign owned now, out of Germany, I believe.

Religious nuts have to predict disaster for anyone who doesn't kow tow to their doctrinal dictates. It's part of the fear syndrom. My life has gone just fine since I abandoned sabbaths and holy days.

NO2HWA said...

Trader Joe's rocks! We have 5 in in Pasadena area right now. They scored a huge victory when the grocery workers went on strike out here a couple of years ago. Their customer base shot up dramatically and continues to. Their 2-Buck Chuck wines are really good. Their Shiraz beat out 2,300 other wines a while back.

James said...

Personally I am glad the feasts are a part of history.

Why should I spend a vacation listening to idiots who make their money on bullshitting people, over a fishing trip somewhere?

The fall is indeed a lovely time of year and should be spent eating and drinking with those you truly love and respect. Not child molesters, stalkers, or other such deviates.

My idea is to rent a hall and have a feast for two days in the fall celebrating the end of armstrong-ism and the freedom from mind control that all of us suffered under. Speakers would be those who have studied the movement, or worked for it. Let us call it the "anti-feast."

Allen C. Dexter said...

I'll pass on the expense and hassle of an "anti-feast." My budget and time are just too limited.

I'll stick to blogging and commenting on this and other sites. Besides, my office chair is a lot more convenient and comfortable and I can sit down or get up exactly as I choose and switch from site to site whenever I wish.

Anonymous said...

Well, the statute of lims has long since expired, so I can now say that second tithe made it possible to afford much more exotic Columbian herbs for use at the feast. Getting toasty and then lounging around the swimming pool in the Tucson sun was just awesome. A nice mellow attitude for the Holy Days.

Anonymous said...

You used second tithe money to buy Columbian marijuana for use at the feast?

Your description indicates it was the best feast ever. Did you bogart those feast-doobies?

Did you do it because the Deaconess's newsletter stated there would be a "pot-luck" dinner by the pool?

Anonymous said...

Oh my...some of you are so cynical. Which perhaps may be a mask, but then you knew that.

The Feast is a time to stop and reflect on life - for me and I am at one right now, actually in TN. What is wrong with that? As a snow bird, I hop between the north and the south each fall and stopping at the Feast is a nice half way point.

When I think of how much peace there could be in our world if something even close to what my mind runs to when I reflect on the Feast, it would be marvelous. Maybe a pipe dream? But, that is fine by me as it is better than having no hope at all.

There is always something good to be found among friends, discussions on spiritual matters and having that hope.

Wish you all were here and we could have a Feast of Cynics who could then leave friends with some peace and hope settling deep down in the stony heart.

I'll think of you all this week.

Adele