Collective & Individual Vibes

[Dennis1209]

From hearsay, our local Baptist church has a history of splits and cliques. I witnessed a couple of them in my eight-year tenure as a member. We had a pastor that a segment of the church (Trustees) dismissed without a vote or notice, and there was a big stink over it. He would slam his Bible down on the pulpit and shout to wake those asleep and dozing off. Walking out the door, people felt depressed, rejected, and useless from his sermons.

But anyway, the two major problems that seem to persist are gossip, certain people wanting control of everything (egos), and leadership.

I left my church for a couple of months and found another church. Long story short, I believe the Lord directed me to that church, and I returned.

I believe, particularly in this Laodicean church age, Satan and his minions are especially active in disrupting Christians and the church. It sickens me what the Southern Baptist Convention keeps proposing and trying to pass in the name of inclusion and political correctness. I do believe darkness knows its time is short.

Last July, we celebrated the 200th anniversary of our church's founding. Only a handful of members in their 70s-80s who grew up in our church remain.

It saddens me when people leave the congregation. In every case, when someone or a group leaves, I can pin a lack of humility, not putting others before yourself, and pride as some of the culprits.

[Marathoner]

For many years, a fellow would visit the dumpsters in the neighborhood once a week. He would remove metal objects from the dumpsters and put them in the bed of his pickup truck. I approved of what he was doing. 

I haven't seen him for about two years now. I pray that all is well with him. 

[Neighbor]

1 minute ago, Marathoner said:

then you are not part of the dumpster vibe. 

Yep. Sad that so many are though; a world of it's own within the world at large. 

[Sower]

1 hour ago, Neighbor said:

The wives, nicely dressed, were a bit aghast at our dive;  but hey I got a life ime supply of 8 foot lengths of 3/8s inch diameter threaded rod. Wow, what a deal.

I grew up when neighborhoods had alleys between homes for the garbage trucks to pick up the garbage cans, and other 'stuff' thrown away. As a kid walking to and from school etc I traveled the 'treasure' alleys. In the 50's people threw away old radios/TV's, broken bikes etc. We'd cut out the radio parts and make simple radios adding crystals and copper wire.

Later in yrs during my construction days pulling up to the job site I would always ck out the huge job site dumpster. When the framers would remove all the structure bracing of 2 x 4's They were full of nails so threw them in the dumpster. I can not give an idea of how much new lumber I scrounged daily, to say nothing of brand new electrical  fittings, wire, and fixtures (and left over all-thread to hang fixtures) and other subs goodies..

I guess it's having been raised by Great Depression parents and grand parents.
Everything has value, one man's junk-another man's treasure.

Thanks Neighbor

 

[Marathoner]

That's what I call "wise." Back in those days when I worked on a framing crew, I would save scrap from cuts (I was the cut man) to use for wall kickers. Anything to avoid butchering full lengths of lumber just to make smaller lengths was worth it. If I pulled nails, I would deposit good pulled nails (I tried to pull them out straight) into my tool belt. I saved 'em for use down the road. 

Being a good steward is desirable. 

[Neighbor]

20 hours ago, Marathoner said:

Being a good steward is desirable

Yep, and that includes good design that factors in calculating  dimensions to reduce waste.

 I once chose to build apartments using concrete party walls, prestressed concrete floors, and steel studs for interior walls. Boy didn't do that twice! We ended up chopping metal all day and then running corded screw guns of that era to fasten everything.

About two o'clock every afternoon  we would get a shock that would knock us off ladders. Turned out by  two pm  the steel walls  we had formed would be significant enough to form a ground that  zapped the 120 volt screw guns of that era, bypassing the normal neutral and ground. When we touched a stud,- zap!

We had to actually drive into the ground  individual grounding rods for each apartment  and attach them to the steel stud walls to keep us safe. Ah construction, was fun; but this old beat up body doesn't much miss it. One day I decided I have had it with this, and I simply let my license expire.

I guess that relates a ever so loosely to vibes- vibes of a third kind.