Sunday, July 1, 2018

And then there is always those empty handshakes

And then there are always those empty feeling congenial handshakes. There is a major difference in what is meant for true brotherly love and that which is genuinely given, and then there are those that the Bishopric and counselors give before services. I relate this to you not to bring feelings of guilt , but of the idea where, some improvement could be made. Now I'm not a big celebrity, just a very minute one. That said I make a bunch of folks nerviss in some situations. I do not socialize well, and I pick friends VERY carefully, and trust even fewer. Those I do trust and truly love are those who have earned my loyalty, respect, and again my trust. Here I have Kathleen and her family, they earned my adoration and love, in my old Ward in Evanston, I had the Bishop, and especially Vern Cox and Dave McFaden (I hope I spelled that right.) In any case, Dave was my home teacher, and although his visits were not often, when he did show up it was quality. Many times he came to my rescue on my cable or some odd bill, so did our Bishop. I hated asking but at times my back was against the wall. The shop costed me big time, but it also made good money at times. So I never was in way too much over my head, but that's not everything they did. There was many times my ego, and spirit needed lifting there and as such the Ward really provided. Then there was the incident of thinking one young lady needed a wardrobe change when going to Church, I never wore a suit nor tie, and hardly ever wore a white shirt , although just before I left there a year and month ago, I'm just not a shirt and tie type. I believe only time for that is when they plant me while sitting in LexiBelle, when I die, beyond that a shirt and tie represents squares and the establishment that I am fully against. I just don't jive with the dominion of both religion of Government and nd society as it is. Nope, I want to be free, and freedom for me is just to be comfortable, not stressed to live up to some bogus standard. Then there was Vern, who came over and we could talk about tech things as well as FCC and radio thinngs, although he was admitingly had a touch of some bogus label of mental disorder. What disorder that he had room in his heart to care for and about others besides himself? Not only did that family adopt me , and sat me down with them at Church and all parts of service be it Priesthood, Sunday School class even Dave's wife got along with me and several times I came to her rescue in Sunday School class when she would submit a concept or question, but was seemingly getting ignored. Yes there were assholes there true, but they were of a lesser degree than what I have seen here in Swendell, why can't Swendell's Ward, cozy up with me a bit more? I don't have flys sticking on my butt, I showr and bathe and keep clean. Sure and its no big secret I put Skoal between my cheek and gum, Bishop Hiatt knew it and would chastise me for it, but did not harbor on it. Here it seems that because I ride a bike and am the VP of a 1%'rs Outlaw MC, that oh I must be evil I am set aside and not in a good way. Again its an empty handshake. Then there was the gig of going to Deseret Industries. Sure I had my instructions there, but between training Angel, and no fuel to go to Twin Falls everyday that was not a feasble plan. Yes I thank them for the help on many rent payments and some utility bills, but I needed more like some one on one counseling. Only Kathleen has gave that here, the Bishopric and his minion, have yet to visit and minister as its called now. This is why I don't trust the leaders of the Church, there are other reasons of course, but dropping home teaching was a bad decision. Did the Lord not say go forth and teach everyone? Even if they don't reguly attend Sunday meeting? Ever since President Hinckley bit the sand, the Church has not had a steady hand at the tiller of the Church. They did it wrong here. Oaks should be President of the Church. Enough of my daily sermon here, but there's lessons to be learned here. I'm not perfect, I surly sin, I have an abundance of iniquities and hunger for things of carnal nature. I'll admit that, but I also teach everyone and anyone that wants to hear the Lords scripture and voice. I do this through my gift of gab on the radio, on TV, and in my blogs, The Lord is always by my side, and as Kathleen said it, and a young country music teen said it in her signature song, I let God hold the wheel, If its his will it will be done, and I'm comfortable with that.
Until Next Tim my fellow Wolvez.

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