Memorial Orthodox Presbyterian
Church
Rochester,
NY
Where my journey
began
I don't recall as a child either myself or my
parents viewing the Presbyterian pastor as either "in charge" or "the
minister" whose every view and idea, strange , weird or ill informed, had to be
listened to and followed. He was the minister. He taught the Bible,
conducted services, visited the sick and maybe occasionally was asked to
"counsel" someone on some topic but I am not sure that was a role he played
either. No one ever said, "the minister came over today," in sheer
terror or "I'm getting a visit from the minister," as if something terrible
or highly corrective was about to happen. Every minister I ever
experienced before WCG was just a nice guy, doing what he felt he was called to
do or making his own choice to do it and presenting the Bible to us in a
practical and meaningful way. We did not follow him nor did he ask or
expect that. None of them ever got up and announced after hours of sermon
blather that they had come to see themselves spoken of in the Scriptures and
they were either now a Prophet, Apostle, Watcher, Elijah, Zerubbabel or Joshua
the High Priest. We would have all died laughing, fallen out of the pews
and fired him recommending counseling and medication I suppose.
It took me awhile in the ministry to figure out
that ministers in the WCG were a more authoritarian figure than in my experience
growing up. They took their cues from HWA. I was 18 when sitting in
Harmony of the Gospels Class I heard Rod Meredith say, "There is God,
Jesus, Herbert W Armstrong, Garner Ted Armstrong, myself and a few other
leading Evangelists...." I recall thinking how
weird a thing that was to say. I noticed that after "and
myself" he could not come up with any specific names.
My first experience with ministerial authority came
when Rod Meredith had announced that if he was late for class, not to waste time
waiting. Someone should man up and lead a discussion until he got
there. So I did. LOL! It pissed him off evidently and
when I went to lunch he was running track and called me over. I thought he
was going to say something nice but he asked me if I had repented of doing
that... Sure, fine, whatever. That man confused me at times.
My first experience with ministerial authority in
the churches was in Minneapolis but I have to say those I worked with did
not seem so inclined. Some of my best memories and funniest days visiting
was with Vic Kubik, now President of UCG. I recall him once during one of
his attempts to trim down a bit getting a little crazy around Passover for
something missing from his diet. Since it was past Easter and the
chocolate bunnies were half price, he bought one and devoured it from ears to
tale and we laughed our asses off. We also knew we could stop anytime for
a Whopper, fries and Coke for $1.19 on the road and it fit the budget.
Once we first visited a home that was merely a burned out hole in the
ground. There was a half burned piano in the hole. Vic said, "I
guess they are not home." and again it was just fun and real. The
best was when we called on a new visit and sat in the kitchen talking for about
a half hour before Vic asked them how they came in contact with the
church? They said, what church? The people we meant to see
lived next door...... Say what you wish, but have always liked Vic Kubik
and where his heart seemed to be. He's been the ONLY minister I know who
puts the practical Jesus into practice with Life Nets. I also was close to
Denny Luker in the day and felt I knew his heart well though we did disagree
along the way.
It was in Chicago the next year I began to learn
about following the minister and doing what your were told either in your
personal life or as lead by "the minister" who ultimately knew more about the
Bible than you ever could. I was the understudy, so to speak, of a
Regional Director who brought me into Chicago because he liked my grades in his
Epistles of Paul Class. That's where I learned to babysit, wash minister's
cars, show up at all hours of the day and night and hang out at the YMCA.
I learned to drink in Chicago. I learned to rate ministers as liberal or
conservative, HWA men or prone to GTA. It's where I learned NEVER to go
through the door ahead of the RD and never to leave the sauna before the RD as
"I might have something important you need to hear." It was a freaking
mess and I wanted out. Dave Pack came back into the ministry in
Chicago and I really wanted out.
To make a long story short, all hell broke loose in
Chicago in 1974, ministers were spying on ministers and taking license plate
numbers at secret meetings that I had no clue I was attending. LOL I
knew I was attending but I did not know they were secret. I got fired one
day in a phone call for guilt by association. Drove home to NY to see my parents
and got rehired explaining I had no clue what the hell was going on. I
still believed in what I perceived as my calling and spiritual perspectives.
I got transferred to Eire, Pa but on the way got a call to turn South and
head to Findlay, Ohio where I spent 8 nice, leave me alone years, with wonderful
folk. Of course, the Corporate Church and "ministers to be followed," were
into one damn scandal after the next and that is where I learned the fine art of
denial.
Why do the many follow the few as if they
knew? Why did I not say, "wash your own damn car," or "they're your kids,
you take care of them."? If you told me today not to walk through
the door before you did, you'd regret it. If you told me not to
leave the room before you did because you might have something important to say,
I'd laugh my ass off and tell you I'll see you when you get finished feeling
special and important. It was a game one minister used to pay in the sauna
to stay until the last guy was driven out by the heart and he alone
survived. I knew his game and left early on purpose. I suppose I
didn't want to be labeled as having a "bad attitude" or mess up a chance to get
out on my own away from the crazies.
In my experience, it was not uncommon for
members from surrounding areas calling or writing and asking for help
on how to cope with their ministers. They called me to help them cope with
Ron Weinland, Ron Reedy and Dave Pack. They called to pour out stories
about how they were treated by a now Evangelist for LCG. I always
asked it they had talked to their minister personally about the problem or
hurt. By the time they called, the answer was always, "yeah right...not
doing that again." It's also fascinating to me that these same types of austere
or "don't you know who I am," types are STILL the ministers in the
splinters. They got PROMOTED and life is good. Go
figure....
I had a habit of visiting all the kicked out of the
church by the last minister types when coming to a new area and most came back
to church with a little encouragement and forgiveness for whatever grievous sin
they commited previously. I stopped by to see one woman not knowing I
would be walking into a raging bee's nest of anger. She yelled at me
through the screen door about the Armstrongs spending and big idea about
themselves and I just listened. She then asked what I thought about that
and I said that I agreed which I did. She smiled and came back to church
the next week. It was hilarious.
The now LCG Evangelist who I replaced here in
Greenville evidently felt women should not ask questions in church and should
only ask their husbands Bible questions. At least this is what one woman
told me as she tested me on this issue when first arriving. She asked if
she could ask me questions whenever she wanted and that she had been told she
could only ask her husband. (It is in the Bible actually and worthy of
edit or errasure). I asked her why she would ask me such a
thing. She said, because "I want answers and my husband is
stupid." Again...hilarious and I said to ask me whatever,
whenever.
Where are the brakes within such churches as Gerald
Flurry's PCG or Dave Pack's RCG? Why are there NO demands for
accountability, balance and applying the principle of there being wisdom in the
multitude of counsel when these types of men get their big ideas going at the
expense of everyone else? Can't they see what is going to come of all this
ridiculous theology so called? What's with Restored Church of God current
members who can't speak up? You can't tell me they ALL believe everything
Dave can come up with about himself and how the Bible points to him in
his narrow and theologically under educated world. Of course the answer is ,
"He'd disfellowship me." Why can't you say "So what"?
Dave has arrogantly and openly admitted he
will abide no disagreement and not permit "papers" to be written exploring other
avenues of belief on topics that Dave has already decided he knows the one true
answer to. Dave's Wonderful World Today was Hitler's dream. Where is
the internal discussion as to where a Dave Pack or Gerald Flurry is taking
us? I imagine there are a number of Ron Weinland devotees who, now that he
is behind bars, will speak up as to what they always felt or disagreed with but
never when he was around. I guess we all do that at times out of one kind
of fear or another. Fear can keep you in your seat and mouth shut.
I will tell you plainly that the Dave Pack's and
Gerald Flurrys of religion are just men with strange and often weird ideas about
themselves and theology. They are neither special or insightful beyond
measure. They may be loud or they may be intimidating, but they are just
men. They may throw scripture around as if they were Peter, James, John or
Paul in the flesh but they are just men. I guarantee you, Gerald Flurry
is not "that Prophet" of Malachi nor is Dave Pack any real incarnation or
fulfillment of Haggai's Joshua. Herbert Armstrong was not really any end-time
Zerubbabel nor was he any Elijah to come. That is just theological
bullshit. Both concepts and personal beliefs are stupid beyond measure and
outside of their own followers all you'd hear from real theologians would be,
'they said what? You're kidding me?" In a very small and controlled
world you lose your sense of self and all too often your common sense.
Both men have made fools out of themselves making
scripture mean what it never meant and never will mean. Those that put up
with and never speak up to, as their resources both in mind and money, are
sucked up to preach foolishness and analogies gone amuck are going to get really
hurt spiritually. There will be a lot of forehead smacking when they admit
"I never really believed all Mr. Pack told us about himself," but never had the
courage to say when he was saying it. Trust me, I don't blame you. I know
how that works but realize you will wish you had. Whatever consequence you are
afraid you'd suffer for pointing out these men's folly is NOTHING compared to
what you will have to deal with when it is obvious to all and no more denial
allowed.
I'm not against leadership. I'm against
stupid. I'm not against being organized for a common good. I am
against being herded. I am not against ministers and pastors.
I'm against those who are anything but helpers of people's joy and servants
above all else.
So...I dedicate this song to the last two weeks of
August 2013 and the cooler theologies that now doubt will spring from the coming
of Fall.
I'll be around each and every night
Reading your stuff 'cause you're just not right
Bye-bye, so long, farewell
Bye-bye,
so long
See you in September
See
you when the summer's through
Here we are (bye, baby,
goodbye)
Saying goodbye to the crazies (bye, baby,
goodbye)
Strange weird ideas... (bye,
baby bye, baby)
Have taken you away (bye, baby,
goodbye)
Have a good time... but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will we see you in September
Or lose you to this summer's dumb?
(counting the days 'til they walk from
you)
(counting the hours and the minutes, too)
Bye, baby, goodbye
Bye, baby,
goodbye
Bye, baby, goodbye (bye-bye, so long,
farewell)
Bye, baby, goodbye ...
