Living Church of God: Men are smart and follow the shepherd. Women not so much, because they still are easily deceived

A reader here sent in a comment about a Living Church of God deacon and elder meeting in Lake Geneva, WI during the Feast of Tabernacles in 2018.  After being treated to a "delicious dinner" the men and women present were presented with a book to further their walk with God.

 Anonymous said...

"Mr. Hall talked about the importance of widows and women’s roles in the congregations...." ???

Quote from LCN (Feast of Tabernacles 2018 round-up):

Lake Geneva, Wisconsin:

"...Deacons, elders and their wives were treated to a delicious dinner and were presented with books; men received "A Shepherd looks at Psalm 23", and women received "Lies Women Believe".

(Translation-
Men, you have a fantastic role to play, shepherding a flock, improving and growing into such an important position!
Women, you're all idiots that would believe anything - sort yourselves out!)

The men received this book:

This book was popular in the church during the 1970s when it was first published.  The pastor in Dayton, OH preached from it a lot.  With lots of farmers as members, the book resonated well in our area.  Jump to 2019 and LCG has found it to be profitable to use again.  It is kind of ironic that they use this book considering that they fail to acknowledge "the shepherd" throughout much of the year.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” Travel the shepherd’s path to the green pastures and cool, refreshing waters of Psalm 23. As a shepherd, Phillip Keller shares his insights into the life and character of sheep―and of the Good Shepherd who loves and cares for them. This beloved classic will give new meaning to the ageless Shepherd Psalm, enriching your trust in and love for the Lord who watches closely over you.

Apparently, LCG assumes that the ministry of LCG are shepherds, who watch over their flocks, loving and caring for them and guiding them on the right path.  These same ministers constantly go after the lost sheep, rescue them and bring them back to the flock...just like Rod McNair constantly does.  Many LCG members beg to differ on that point. 

Women, apparently, don't need to worry too much about the Good Shepherd guiding them along, they have other issues they need to worry about.  Just like mythical Eve of old, women today in the church are still gullible and swallow lies rather easily.  The men are incapable of that.  That is why the women were given this book:

Satan is the master deceiver; his lies are endless. And the lies Christian women believe are at the root of most of their struggles.  

"Many women live under a cloud of personal guilt and condemnation," says Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth. "Many are in bondage to their past. Others are gripped by fear of rejection and a longing for approval. Still others are emotional prisoners." 

In this bestseller, Lies Women Believe, Nancy exposes those areas of deception most commonly believed by Christian women—lies about God, sin, priorities, marriage and family, emotions, and more. She then sheds light on how we can be delivered from bondage and set free to walk in God's grace, forgiveness, and abundant life. Nancy offers the most effective weapon to counter and overcome Satan's deceptions: God's truth!

LCG women apparently easily swallow lies about the God they hear about in LCG.  Their version of God is different than their True Shepherd husbands.  Their priorities are out of whack with the godly men of the church.  It is time for the women of LCG to be set free from bondage...by worldly "so-called" and "fake" Christians, no less

Living Church of God, Gerald Weston, and their apostate step-child Bob Thiel love to mock Christians and denigrate their beliefs and understanding. Yet, LCG and others love to use books by these "so-called " Christians to educate their followers in topics that the church is sorely lacking in. The sad fact is, these "so-called" and "fake" Christians know more about the Jesus of scripture than the Living Church of God leadership does.

Greetings From Charlotte! The world is full of ROT!

From a reader here:

May 23rd, 2019 

Greetings from Charlotte,

Last Sabbath I spoke to and fellowshipped with an enthusiastic and friendly Dallas, Texas congregation. Violent storms passed through the area that day, with lots of lightning, flooding downpours, high winds, and tornado watches and warnings, and the pattern of violent and wet weather that has marked much of the last few months continued into this week. Mr. Millich reports that the brethren in Missouri are safe and sustained no damage to property from the tornadoes and severe weather in that state yesterday. [We are all right - that is all that matters.]] Dozens of tornados and torrential downpours have soaked the South and Midwestern United States, and corn crops nationwide will be down significantly, with farmers unable to plant due to exceptionally wet conditions. The effect will no doubt be seen in grocery stores later this year. It is a total loss for many farmers. 

Regional Director Dan Hall and I held a conference in Big Sandy on Sunday. (See report below.) Mr. Mark Sandor and his family are being transferred to the Minneapolis area and plan to move there this summer to pastor congregations in Minnesota and Wisconsin. Mr. Lenny Bower is finishing his training here in Charlotte and will be relocating in West Virginia. 

Brethren, we are living in sobering times, as seen from the moral decay in our Western world. The speed with which the rot is spreading is truly mind-bending. Now is not the time to spiritually fall asleep or get caught up in silly disputes or personal doctrinal “idea-babies.” [you dumb sheep] —Gerald Weston

"Mr. Hall talked about the importance of widows and women’s roles in the congregations, and stressed the importance of developing meaningful relationships and encouraging the brethren. It was a very profitable weekend" [You forgot the part where Mister Hall left his elderly widowed mother to rot in a special care facility while Mister Hall went off to do more important things like managing a region.] 

When the Churches of God want to know why no one cares to join their little insignificant groups it is because of reading stuff like this from Gerald Weston and the rest of the sick minds running various COG's.  Everything in the world is evil and full of rot.  They ignore the beauty in the world, the amazing people that surround them and the good they do.  They despise them as much as they do the cross and Jesus.

The apostate self-appointed false teacher Bob Thiel is all in snit this weekend over the cross.  You remember it, it's that thing that inconvenient dude died upon.  He is getting his BVD's all in a Pharisaical twist today that the cross is the sign of the beast power and will be used to kill true Christians...i.e. Thielites.  Remember, there are no real Christians outside the vile little world of Thielism.  He spends countless hours a month writing and preaching on every esoteric topic imaginable, except on Jesus and what was accomplished on that cross that he so despises.

Weston's world is filled with sex just like Rod Meredith's. He places his focus upon every bad thing happening in the world as a sure sign that his god is pissed at humanity. His mind and the mind of so many COG leaders are so blinded by the desire to see humanity wiped out that they can not see any good around them.  They have whored themselves out to the law, of which they do not actually keep, because it is an impossibility. Jesus, the cross, the works done there are anathema to these false leaders.  So I say let them live in the world filled with ROT.  They deserve it.

The Winds of Change

Gray Pinstripe suits. Tie clasps. Badges.  Long dresses, and musky cologne. Of course, briefcases. These are the crisp and clear memories of what I call “The Worldwide Church Culture”. It's been a long time, but it could be just yesterday. The memories of a distant life remain not-so-distant, a world long gone yet still so close. 

A Hymnal on every other seat. “Reserved” signs on certain end-chairs. Speaking of chairs, who can forget those gray metal folding chairs – some with the local Church area stenciled on the back? And those Bulletins – filled with Telecast information, prayer requests, local church activities, and of course, the agenda of the service – pianist, song leader, sermonette, announcements, special music, and the sermon (or split sermon). 

The Church experience was a vinyl record with its needle stuck on a groove. It was rinse and repeat, do and do over, week after week, festival after festival, occasion after occasion. Everything became so predictable – right down to the tone and pitch variances of the speaker, the special (or not so special) music, the fellowship hours, potlucks, Bible studies – always the same. 

During the song service, you'd know the voices that carried over the most, for the good, or for the bad. You wouldn't even need the Hymnal – you knew every word be heart. You'd even look around slyly to see who else was cool enough to not need the Hymnal. The prayers were always close to the same – opening, and closing. You could almost say them with the speaker giving them. You'd know what pianist was the best and which one you dreaded the most. And you knew where to sit, and where not to sit – everyone had their spot – and don't sit in someone else's spot. 

Cliques of four or five of the same people every week, in the same place, in the same hall, talking about the same things. The same handshakes. Some strong and hearty, some weak and flimsy. The same greetings. The same smells – of people and the building alike. 

Life in the Church was a constant not subject to change in a world where everything always changes. Cities change year after year. The school you grew up in, the hangout you bought Bazooka gum at, the neighborhood constantly changing. In fact, the only constant thing about life is change. Most neighborhoods now are completely different than they were in 1980. Yet we were trained to live in an environment that never changed. No matter what happened, no matter how the world shifted, moved, we were the one rock that we knew would never, ever, ever change. Until that day when the rug was pulled out from everyone's feet, and we were forced to accept the winds of change in one form or another. 

In many ways, it was like pulling off the helmet of your spacesuit whilst being pushed off the space station. Everything was moving so fast, you felt breathless, and you had no idea what was going to happen next. The unchangeable changed, The unmovable moved – and every person and family scattered to the four corners of the Earth as if a large water balloon had suddenly popped. 

Many “held fast”, as the saying goes. Many others “ran fast”, others DID fast, and others had pork sausage for Break-fast. But whatever people did, the income fell faster. We all were confronted with a hard fact – we had to make a choice. We had to think, choose, and act. Our culture was about to change. Could we? Would we? 

It has been 25 years, just about, since that fateful day in 1994. In December, it will be exactly 25 years since our culture has changed. It's been 33 years since the Armstrong era ended. And if there's one thing we have learned to do as a people – no matter which way we ended up going – is adapt to change. We all have had to evaluate our priorities, our lives, and our choices. And we all have had to adjust to a completely different world where the phone we hold in our hand is more powerful than the largest computer in a large room in the 1980s. It's a different world, and we are different people. Yet 25 years later, if you close your eyes, and you remember – you could be right back there. In an old, musty, smelly, bingo hall, wearing a pinstripe suit and wingtip shoes holding a large King James Bible, talking about what's about to go down in just 2 or 3 years, afraid to make a long distance call because it was 35 cents a minute state to state, 10 cents local toll, with Climbing through the Windows Leap running through our heads driving home from the 4 hours at Church that Sabbath day – completely unaware and completely sure what was about to happen was never going to happen until it DID happen, and we all would look back in 2019 to 1980 in utter disbelief – many thankful, many grateful, many sad, many wistful – all of us having learnt a lesson or two, all of us victims to the winds of change.

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