I learned in church today

[hostile]

Should Just Be Home?

That also works!

[ewth8tr]

I used to own it. I think my brother stole it while I was on my mission.

I still have it, great album. Btw, the LP version of the album was named Eating Lamb...

[SCcoug]

I learned that the reason we were missing a couch in the foyer was because an old guy in the other ward died (or had a stroke, it wasn't clear) on it and left a big mess in the process.

[Dwight Schr-ute]

I learned that the reason we were missing a couch in the foyer was because an old guy in the other ward died (or had a stroke, it wasn't clear) on it and left a big mess in the process.

So what happens when the same couch shows back up in the foyer? Maybe it's the same couch. Maybe the church has a giant warehouse of stock furniture. Do you ever take the risk and make your self comfortable?

[clackamascoug]

So what happens when the same couch shows back up in the foyer? Maybe it's the same couch. Maybe the church has a giant warehouse of stock furniture. Do you ever take the risk and make your self comfortable?

I think the giant warehouse is kind of accurate. I've seen the same set of couches in multiple church buildings. I wouldn't be surprised if somebody's relative in Tocqueville has a shop where all they do is make church sofas.

[Clark Addison]

We had a guy die on our couch, but we had to keep the couch.

[Topper]

We had a guy die on our couch, but we had to keep the couch.

When guys and ladies die in the temple, do they remove that seat?

[clackamascoug]

We had a guy die on our couch, but we had to keep the couch.

We had a guy die in Sacrament meeting. He keeled over and landed in the aisle two rows up in front of me. Some brethren did CPR and then the paramedics came, and they all acted as if he was still alive, but I could tell he was a goner when he hit the floor.

Did I ever tell the story of the knife wielding assailant in our Sacrament meeting...

[Jeff Lebowski]

We had a guy die in Sacrament meeting. He keeled over and landed in the aisle two rows up in front of me. Some brethren did CPR and then the paramedics came, and they all acted as if he was still alive, but I could tell he was a goner when he hit the floor.

Did I ever tell the story of the knife wielding assailant in our Sacrament meeting...

If that happened in this dimension, I would be curious to hear about it.

[clackamascoug]

If that happened in this dimension, I would be curious to hear about it.

I did a foyer thread on it in 2010... I'll look it up and link it.

Give me a minute.

here it is...

[LVAllen]

Did I ever tell the story of the knife wielding assailant in our Sacrament meeting... [/COLOR]

That reminds me of the time on my mission when a random scruffy dude showed up for the General Conference broadcast. The guy who opened the building thought he saw a knife in the guy's belt (he probably did, but it was a rural area, so it wasn't all that uncommon), so he called the Stake President, who sent a counselor and called the police. The counselor was a really nice guy, so he walked into the stake center, found the guy, introduced himself, and guided him to the chapel, where he sat next to this man. (I'll call him "Eugene," because that's what the police called him later, so I assume that was his name. It was a very small town, so they'd probably met him before.) And as Eugene is sitting there near the back, the police come. At first they tried to get him to come quietly, but Eugene didn't feel like being quiet. He refused to go, yelling "I'm just here to learn about Jesus." At one point, he stood up and at least one gun came out. The counselor stood up too, directly behind Eugene, and in front of a family who by that time was ducking down behind the pews. One of the police officers tried to grab his hands to take him into custody, but Eugene kept pulling away. The officer with the gun out tried to move so that he had a clearer shot, and the counselor moved too, deliberately remaining in the line of fire. At that point, someone pepper sprayed Eugene, who loudly complained that that hurt, and one of the cops went hands-on and handcuffed him. They hauled him out of the chapel, and my missionary district just sort of stared at each other and asked "what the crap was that?" Then we turned back to General Conference. The most interesting thing I've seen at General Conference before or since.

[Moliere]

This past Sunday, I learned that my headaches are only just beginning. The HT routes are a cluster, with the former president having an off-the-books set of routes that apparently bear little relationship to what was entered in the ward computer (which, since the previous EQ Secretary moved without passing anything on, or entering anything into MLS in the past 4 months was the only thing I had to work from.) It took the finance clerk 10 minutes to seem to understand my request for a budget report so I could figure out if there's anything left. (Answer: No. But that doesn't seem to matter, because there really isn't a "budget," only expenses that get approved. )

And I'm hoping that there will come a point when the 75-90 minutes spent in Ward Council / PEC won't feel like a monumental waste of time.

Your Ward sounds utterly incompetent with administrative matters, which is quite normal. Good luck!

[FMCoug]

That reminds me of the time on my mission when a random scruffy dude showed up for the General Conference broadcast. The guy who opened the building thought he saw a knife in the guy's belt (he probably did, but it was a rural area, so it wasn't all that uncommon), so he called the Stake President, who sent a counselor and called the police. The counselor was a really nice guy, so he walked into the stake center, found the guy, introduced himself, and guided him to the chapel, where he sat next to this man. (I'll call him "Eugene," because that's what the police called him later, so I assume that was his name. It was a very small town, so they'd probably met him before.) And as Eugene is sitting there near the back, the police come. At first they tried to get him to come quietly, but Eugene didn't feel like being quiet. He refused to go, yelling "I'm just here to learn about Jesus." At one point, he stood up and at least one gun came out. The counselor stood up too, directly behind Eugene, and in front of a family who by that time was ducking down behind the pews. One of the police officers tried to grab his hands to take him into custody, but Eugene kept pulling away. The officer with the gun out tried to move so that he had a clearer shot, and the counselor moved too, deliberately remaining in the line of fire. At that point, someone pepper sprayed Eugene, who loudly complained that that hurt, and one of the cops went hands-on and handcuffed him. They hauled him out of the chapel, and my missionary district just sort of stared at each other and asked "what the crap was that?" Then we turned back to General Conference. The most interesting thing I've seen at General Conference before or since.

Because nothing says Christianity like calling the cops because a guy is scruffy looking.

[cougjunkie]

I did a foyer thread on it in 2010... I'll look it up and link it.

Give me a minute.

here it is...

You were still using a blackberry in 2010?

[smokymountainrain]

Because nothing says Christianity like calling the cops because a guy is scruffy looking.

or a knife.