Relationships
WCG provided me friends and relationships I  never would had in any other context.  The people I met at AC were very  sincere and just good folks.  They came from everywhere in the country and  in fact, the world.  I never would have known them were it not for the  church.
I did date some of the same girls Garner  Ted did.  ( :(  )  Naive and very fine human beings with a desire  to do and believe the right things.  They were not insincere.  They  were not looking for power or recognition.  They simply wanted to be a part  of the right thing.  They wanted to do the right thing and see the Bible in  the correct way.  The best friends I ever had were members of the  WCG.
One of my best friends was a guy I met in  Ohio when I was transferred there.  He always spoke his mind and while , at  first, it made me nuts and distrustful, I now realize he simply knew how to  express what he was observing and it made me, as a young minister,    uncomfy.   The problem was with me, not him.  We moved to  Ohio and rented a house next to the railroad tracks , which to us was a  palace.  Ok, we had to put up with the train going past, but it was steady  and predicatable and I loved the sound of it.  It relaxed me at  night.  We lived so close to the tracks that any accident would have taken  us immediately into the Kingdom of God.  
I remember well this fellow, who helped us  move in, saying..."I just wanted to see what my tithe money was doing."   Ugh....give me a break.  I have to live somewhere.  But he was honest  and it was that honesty that bound us rather closely over the years.  He  eventually got booted as a deacon from the church for being too honest and  observant.  I returned for a reunion of ministers in this Ohio  congregation.  The present minister was "honoring" the deacons for their  work in the church and, of course, he was left out.  He was sitting in  front of me and while listening to the minister tell of the other men's service,  I took out a piece of paper and wrote:
" In honor of Gary________, For years of  dedicated service and care in the Worldwide Church of  God."
I reached around him and put it in his  hands.  He looked back at me with a look time can never erase.  "Thank  you," he said somewhat stunned.  We have been closer friends ever  since.  
I made and lost some of the best friends I  ever had in the bonds made in the WCG.
This past weekend I went to celebrate the  3rd birthday of my grandson.  He is the only boy of three other goddesses I  call my grandchildren.  Sheridan, Maggie, Lily and Nicholas.  My ex  wife was there and it was difficult.
Nothing that has transpired is her  "fault."  Everything just fell apart.  When you life church, church,  church 24/7 and it goes as WCG went, it just all falls apart.  She came  from a long time WCG family.  We had our good years raising two great  boys.  We went to the Toledo Zoo after church services on the holy Sabbath  and took some heat but mostly made people think perhaps life was not to be such  a church burden.  This was in the 70's.  Every Friday night in the  winter we went to the YMCA to swim with the kids and have "family time."   No one gave us a hard time for that and I told them that's what we did.  We  ended the Friday night swim with a trip to Dunkin Donuts with the boys in their  "jammies" and life was good.  
Once my youngest climbed into a locker at  the YMCA and locked himself in.  I told him to keep talking and Dad would  find him.  It was hilarious.  I finally found the appropriate locker  and liberated this small, naked and goofy kid from his prison.  We laughed  our butts off.
Another time, I took my oldest, then 5 , to  a funeral in Kentucky.  On the coffin there was a spay of flowers and a red  toy telephone with a sign that said, "Jesus called."  He asked me what the  toy phone was all about and I explained the concept to him. Then I got called to  give the sermon.  He grabbed me almost in a panic and I said, "Let go, I  have to speak."  He said in a panic not since heard,  "Dad...if that  phone rings, please don't answer it!"   Another great memory.   All through the service the coffin between me and him sitting on the front row,  he glared at me as if to say  "Dad...don't answer it."  Now he'd  probably say, "Dad, go ahead and answer it."  But that is another  story  :)
Anyway, driving home from the weekend alone  and having seen everyone in my past life was a bit difficult.  I can't  unring the bell.  I can't fix all that is broken.  I never would have  predicted the route my marriage and life would have taken, and yes, I did make  my decisions along the way that have cost much.
I have had a couple relationships since  then.  Mistakes were made and the price has been paid.  It's me, the  Shih Tzu and the Lionhead Goldfish at the moment and it's not been easy.  I  have endeavored to meet new people through the various web based sites, but  somehow I am the most comfortable with those that know my past and  understand.  Loneliness is a concept I never knew until the last couple  years.  I am sure somewhere along the line there were singles who expressed  this concept to me and I said some really dumb shit stuff as how they needed to  solve it.  Boy, has the Karma Fairy flown over and taught me a lot about  shallow advice not based in reality.
I don't find people all that honest about  what makes them tick.  As I have written in the past, everyone wears  masks. Masks tend to grow into the skin and are ever so hard to take  off.  However, dropping them is liberating.  I imagine the cost  of  being oneself, by most, is considered too high and so they fake it. 
At any rate, the best friends I ever had  were the members who drove me nuts when I was their pastor.  They were  right.  They had nothing to lose being right, well except their membership  in the group think.  
I find that lost relationships is a very  big issue in the demise of the WCG.  We all had absolutely nothing in  common and at the same time, everything in common.
I miss those relationships and am sorry  they ended as they did.  
I do not miss my relationship with  "Headquarters."  What a mess that always was.  Were you telling me the  truth or were you shitting me?  In hindsite, you were shitting me.   You were my friends but then you became my worse enemy.  You lied and made  excuses for the obvious and proved to be shallow friends at best.  "We will  take care of you," came to mean, "by screwing you."  We "wish you well and  will pray for  you," meant "We dont give a rats ass about you and probably  won't pray for you either."  Those in high places were relationships that  taught me well what "be warmed and be filled" really  meant.
Life is relationships.  Some people  come into our lives forever, for a time, for a season and then either stay or  leave.  There is much to learn from each, but it can be very  painful.   
My thanks to those who have hung with me  through the years.  For those who have come and gone, I thank you as well  and wish it may have been better or different.  
I never came into the WCG for anything less  than doing and believing the right thing.  I have learned much from the  experience but the price has been high.
They say that experience is the BEST  teacher, BUT the tuition is high.  I have learned that experience is the  ONLY teacher and all else is mere hearsay.  
That doesn't mean it's easy or how one wish  it had gone...

 







