Lost Time
Where in the world is David C. Pack?
For the Pastor General and Elijah/Not Elijah/Maybe Elijah of The Restored Church of God to have gone silent during such a time of epic craptacular failure is unprecedented.
The last time he went dark was when he contracted COVID at the Feast of Tabernacles in 2020. Even then, he "emerged from his house" with the idea that he was a type of Ezekiel. You know, to take a normal-life situation and make it biblical. After all, "time and chance" is just for us common folk, not an apostle.
During this peaceful period before the prophetic frenzy kicks back into gear, I revisited my notes from The Greatest Unending Story! (Part 385). That was way back on July 30th.
There was something Dave said that I did not use in the article Holy Day Whoopsie-Daisy. The content was off-topic to the rest of the message, but it bothered me when I heard it. In fact, most of what you will read here was written that day but not published.
This will give you insight into how the man thinks. I have stayed away from his personal details that I witnessed while inside RCG, but if Dave states something publicly now, I call it fair game.
@ 20:40 I lost time when I was on vacation a week ago. I’d try to study as much as I could, but hadn’t seen my in-laws for four years, a little over. And I wanted to spend a lotta time with them but I spent a lot of time in the motel room studying and thinking about these things. It’s it’s this is dramatic stuff.
Only David C. Pack can consider a vacation with his wife to see her family as “lost time.” That does not bode well for the tone of their marriage.
He "wanted to spend a lotta time with them" but instead spent it studying. Interactions with other people must be completely annoying to him. So much for life-work balance.
Recognize that he is proud of this. See how devoted he is to “figuring out” prophecy!
In hindsight, considering he came back to Ohio with the Elul 15 idea which he poo-pooed days later, maybe he should have put the Bible down for a few days and focused on real human interactions with real human beings who are not trained to kiss his backside.
Perhaps he could have gained some helpful insight by being surrounded by people who do not tremble when they forget to call him "Mr. Pack" or in a moment of absentmindedness, accidentally pat him on the shoulder.
There is something to be said for being too close to an idea. Both creative and analytical types know that your brain needs to take a break from what you are fixated on so then clear answers can manifest. Like going to bed and waking up with the solution.
Come on Dave, even God rested on the Seventh Day.
Since he is a non-stop Bible study machine, it is no wonder he has zero self-awareness of what he is saying and what he is thinking, and what he is teaching. His attention is typically three inches in front of his nose. If it is on his mind, it is important. What is important to you is considered “lost time.”
His poor wife. She is one of my favorite people still inside RCG. I feel sad for her, but then I also think what a wonderful vacation moment for her when Dave chooses to stay back at the motel. Now she can spend time with her family and friends relaxing and not have to measure her words carefully when they ask, “How are you doing?”
“Where’s Dave?”
“Back at the motel. He’s studying.”
She is met with rolling eyes, but then a bright smile, “Good!” Finally, she gets some peace and quiet.
“I lost time when I was on vacation…” This was not whispered at a private dinner among close friends. He said this to the entire church. I immediately felt bad for Mrs. Pack and wondered how she might react to such a statement. If any “regular non-apostle” had said such a thing to a crowded room with his wife present, he would be sleeping on the couch that night.
Oh man, that car ride to and from Ohio must have been draining. To have Dave at the wheel talking continuously for hours. Every thought that falls into his mind slips out of his mouth.
Being stuck in a car with him on a long trip must be like enduring a marathon. You pace yourself. Control your breathing. Keep your mind focused away from the pain. Have a clear image of the finish line with you crossing it to keep yourself from going crazy or collapsing along the way.
Believe me, there is no tougher cookie inside RCG than Mrs. Pack. Guaranteed.
