And make sure you hit a mome run in the bowls eye right where it counts. No man any size can fight back form that and it works believe me. And I only slpped it.
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Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all.
Karen Carter '74
> Well, Kathy, put me in jail because I listened to my daughter's phone calls
> with a stelth recorder I spent 300 dollars on just for that purpose. You
> think I care it made her mad? She may still be reading the echurch mailing
> list for all I know so she might be reading my message. Good. I just said
> the other day to my wife that I wish I could see to drive. I'd follow my
> daughter around to find out where she is really going. She has been
> recently caught in lies but she had backup lies for the original lies. Same
> old routine and she is no teenager. It's rough, Kathy, when one of your
> children thinks they are smarter than God. I had a migraine headache this
> week, which I haven't had for years, that could have killed an elephant. My
> daughter chose, in public, out in front of everybody that wanted to listen,
> to tear her mother down to the ground by using every four letter word in the
> book. But, as I often say, church ain't over until the fat man/lady sings.
> My daughter does not get the last word in my house. Nobody does. My
> youngest son, due to circumstances that got out of control, refused to leave
> my home one night. I wasn't mad until he said, "I'm not afraid of you,
> dad." Then I did get mad but not stupid mad; just hot. I pushed in all the
> way across the house to the front door. Pretty stupid, I know, pushing a
> guy around who is bigger and has his third degree black belt, but nobody
> ever said I was the smartest kid my mother ever had. Then I made a big
> mistake. I picked up the phone and pretended to call the police to have him
> removed. I know, it was dumb, but like I said, I was mad by this point. I
> wasn't angry; there is a difference. Anyhow, maybe I told this before, it
> sounds familiar even to me but I'll repeat what I said, if this is a repeat,
> my son started crying and said he couldn't believe I would call the police
> on him. We talked that night, and again a few days later, and straightened
> things out. I even told Donna, his wife, the mistake I made and that was, I
> broke my son's heart instead of his will. I don't want you and Graig to
> ever forget, however, your home is a place where God dwells. Chris has no
> right to violate your home, or you for that matter, and I think you guys
> have been doing everything in your power to help the little brat. So what
> do you get in return? A kid who pokes his wrist as if he is going to kill
> himself? A punk who man handles his mother, his blind mother, I might add?
> A spiritual pygmy defying his own father? A dope smoker who thinks he can
> whip the world? Mercy belongs only to those who receive it. shoot, I broke
> cassette tapes, broke dope pipes, tore up cigarettes and dumped them on the
> bed, searched my daughter's purse every time I got the chance, hunting
> through her room and drawers and closets and clothes and pockets and braws
> and shoes and you know what? I'm even worse about it now because there are
> two children involved, one whom we have legal guardianship over, and I'll
> kick butt if I have to in order to save them from human stupidity and sin.
> It gets old, as I am sure you and Graig have learned, being used by your own
> children and especially by the one who thinks they can get away with sin
> against God. Warm up that baseball bat I told you about once a long time
> ago, Kathy, and take some practice swings. It isn't your son the devil is
> after; it is your family and your marriage and your church and your church
> members. Come out swinging. I'll fly out and visit you in jail if I have
> to but don't go down without making a big statement and hitting a couple of
> home runs first.
>
> Phil.
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