I remember that there was this over the hill gang that would meet up at the McDonalds for coffee in the morning and when they had a question on a subject it never occured to them to chjeck an index or anything. They just debated among themselves and then made a decision and that was that.
I thought these old Texans were some pretty cool old coots.
One brother I know had to take nitro for his heart and he and I were apointed servants the same night. Later a year or so he had just moved into a new apartment, bought a new truck and hadn't hooked his phone up. He had a part the next week and while he was working on it he had a heart attack. He was wearing his old western suit and was found a few days later by a brother who checked on him and he left a note that just said...
"Looks like this is it. I'm a goner. See you in the new system."
That tough old coot was a class act.
Another old bro had announcements and started them out with ... "We've got a birthday boy turnin' 40 tonight!" and mentioned his name.
We even had one bro wear a diaper on the stage when they had some part on being a spiritual babe.
I think about these things and realize that if it wasn't for these free-thinkers I'd never have been a witness.
I love them even now when I think about them and it has nothing to do with the WTBS. It's all about the incredible humanity I found in the local congregation.
Too bad that dried up and blew away.