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To: epicure who wrote (366)	3/31/1997 8:12:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 2971

I was walking back from work when a spaceship that looked remarkably like an Italian Restaurant landed in the field, and a couple of the waiter/astronauts struck up a conversation with me. They wanted to know the latest poop on Greenspan and the Fed, apparently they have a substantial sum invested in Index Funds and are debating moving into money markets instead. But oddly, they asked if I could direct them to www.HigherSource.com, seems the Restaurant/Starcruiser had been idling behind Hale-Bopp waiting to pick up some hitchikers, but nobody showed. Bummer, huh?

To: epicure who wrote (366)	4/1/1997 8:14:00 AM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 2971

When I was a Social worker my office mate, a charasmatic Christian of the very most fundamental Church of God type, who used to pray for me because I drank beer, asked me to attend a revival with her. REbecca was a very, very good person, in her 40s, single, and never losing her belief that God would provide a husband for her. She had a picture of Elvis taped to her refrigerator because she believed God would answer her prayers and she might as well ask for the best. I agreed to go because she cared so much about saving my soul. After work, we grabbed a hamburger and drove to Roanoke (pop. maybe 100,000?), the great metropolis over the mountain from Lexington, (pop 8,000). Everyone was dressed in their Sunday finery, lots of ruffles and polyester, and the excitement was palpable. We managed to get seats up front, which really thrilled Rebecca; I think she felt that the closer I sat in proximity to the preacher, the greater the likelihood of my being filled with the Spirit and saved. The meeting commenced with music, some prayers, singing. I was starting to enjoy myself -there was a real freedom in the music-and I was harmonizing and making up descants-poor Rebecca must have thought she had me. Then people started raising their arms. well, ok, I could go along with that. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I'm not hearing a lot of English anymore and while we may have southern accents, it's not that incomprehensible. I glanced at Rebecca, whose eyes are closed, and who's praying loudly and happily in tongues. EVERYone is praying and singing in tongues. And then people start running back and forth across the front of the tent-I grab Rebecca-"I think there's a fire!" I hiss. "They're running in the Spirit," she hisses back, not pleased at the interruption. A boy is doing some sort of Whirling Dervish dance. With relief, I saw the preacher step forward. And for two hours, I sat awestruck as person after person came forward and was healed and then oddly, slain by the Spirit. There were bodies falling everywhere. A true battlefield of God, strewn with His twitching soldiers. Rebecca wanted me to go up with her, but I grabbed onto my chair and said no, I thought the Lord was working with me right where I was and I didn't want to disrupt His flow. I'm sure I was a great disappointment to Rebecca, not being healed, slain, or even smacked around a little by the Spirit. And it was probably a little mean of me to get in the car and say, "Now can we go get a beer." Rebecca died a few years later of breast cancer. God never did send her a husband.

To: epicure who wrote (366)	8/31/2005 4:00:36 PM
From: Suma	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2971

Wow. I never believed so I never got it but I did this in New York City prior to retirement. Then when I got to Florida I went to the workshop ON INTEGRITY... The premise. If one didn't have integrity one was a sleezebag..... This is where I met my FIRST con man who took a hundred and twenty five thousand from me. This HONEST gentleman who was also at the time head of the ETHICS committee of the Sarasota Board of Realtors......... Who could NOT BELIEVE HIM... Anyway like churches ... there are scumbags everyplace but in the most unsuspecting places as Arthur for one chairperson-ed one of the meetings and I as a volunteer visited his beautiful rented home ( learned later he owed back rent of over eleven thousand dollars ) in his Corvette... leased.. and his Brooks suits.. AGGGGGGGGGH. I cannot go on. It was a terrible time and I was too trusting.... and gullible...