

I was reading through some of the UCG materials I grabbed off the web and I came upon a few quotes last night that deserve comment. These all come from a sermon by Les McCullough given on 12 August 2000. The title of the sermon is âProphecyâ â certainly not an uncommon title among the various churches of God.
It may not be exactly as we thought in times past, weâve talked, someone was saying the other day, I wonât mention names, that they haven’t worried about the beast since Franz Joseph Straus died because some proclaimed very loudly that he was to be the beast. And, of course, I have kidded with people, I had the opportunity to have breakfast with the beast. He never became the beast, but we did have the opportunity of having him visit the campus in Big Sandy and spending time with him and so on. Very interesting man to talk with, but he wasnât the one. Weâve had various scenarios that we’ve established. Itâs not to say that itâs not going to happen, but it may not always happen exactly the way we thought it would.
The most interesting part of that quote comes at the end: âWeâve had various scenarios that we’ve established. Itâs not to say that itâs not going to happen, but it may not always happen exactly the way we thought it would.â The question becomes, âAt which point do you abandon some particular idea as simply one of the various COG âscenariosâ and not infallible Biblical interpretation?â 1975 came and went without a hiccup; HWA died and didnât rise to meet Christ descending; the WCG, as HWA left it, is no more. When will these people ever say, âPerhaps itâs all just one of our âscenario?ââ Naturally the answer to that question is âNever.â That would constitute a lack of faith.
Later in the sermon he again dances around the fact that the COG prophecies have been wrong for so long that it should be cause to start doubting them:
We could say, well, we were all wrong and take a look at that over there, and hereâs what this was talking about and so on, but the fact is that there is still coming a major force in Europe that is going to become a or the major power in the world, and there is going to be a great price paid.
Once again â âWell, it didnât happen when we said it would happen, but mark our words: it will happen!â Armstrong himself said something fairly similar. Of course his explanation also included the well-worn notion that âGod has given us a little more time.â
So a time of reckoning is drawing near. Itâs not going to happen tomorrow, not next year, but progressively itâs going to be coming about. Where are we now? Wouldnât you like to know? How much time do we have left? When are these things going to come about? God doesnât give us that knowledge. He says itâs going to happen.
How long are they going to be able to say, âItâs not going to happen tomorrow, not next year?â Thatâs the amazing thing about Armstrongism, for the answer is almost certainly, âForever.â Armstrong did it â he created the perpetual motion machine. These people will pass the religion on down to their kids, who in turn will pass it to their kids â always saying, âA time a reckoning is drawing near!â
Concerning Biblical interpretation he says:
Are they really going to come back on white horses? I donât know that Christ is necessarily obligated to have all the scores that are going to be coming with him strictly on white horses. Itâs talking about, itâs symbolic, itâs talking about righteousness, itâs talking about them coming in righteousness. Maybe theyâll come on white horses. We will have to wait and see, but, basically the idea is itâs talking about the purity, itâs talking about the righteousness, itâs talking about the glory of God and coming back in that way. Heâs going to come back and establish his rule upon this earth and become the King of all the earth, the King of all the kings of the earth.
Wait a minute! It says right there, in so many words, that thereâll be coming on white horses. Since when does a COG begin using the word âsymbolicâ regarding Biblical interpretation? That is almost startling. He probably doesnât even get the implications of what he said.
Lastly, thereâs this gem, with which he concludes the sermon:
Itâs good to hear the warning. We havenât done as much about talking about a warning as we did at one time, but the fact is that there is a time coming when this nation is going to be crushed. I donât like to think about that. You sing âAmerica the Beautiful,â and then you hear these other things, and you really don’t like to think of this great land of ours being destroyed, and crushed, and others coming in and taking over, and the other lands of the world as well. Itâs going to happen, we need to be telling people. Itâs our job as the people of God to be carrying something of a witness to the rest of the people of the earth, telling them there is a time coming, and you can escape it. You can repent, you can change, and you can be spared and have the opportunity to stand in the Kingdom of God as sons and priests, to teach the rest of the world the way of peace for the very first time.
There it is â all of Armstrongism in a single paragraph. HWA began preaching that nonsense back in the thirties, and now, almost seventy years later people are still believing it, still accepting that theory despite all the evidence against it. Itâs just amazing.
Yesterday was a busy day. At least several things of significance happened. About the LCG message board, I wrote, âI wonder if Iâll get kicked off at some point. Iâm sure itâs monitored. Iâll bet Meredith even gets reports about it on some regular basis.â Well, I was close. I didnât get kicked off in the sense than I as expecting (i.e., account deactivated) but much more thoroughly: my ISP address has been blocked. Not difficult to do since Iâm fairly sure Iâm the only one accessing the site through Telekomunikacja Polska. I got email notification regarding it, to which of course I have several objections and will address in a reply to be sent today.
What Iâm most curious about is whether theyâre trying to figure out who I am. It shouldnât be too hard since they have a few distinguishing facts:
All they have to do is send a message to all ministers with those facts, and Mr. Kobernat will readily be able to tell them who this joker is. I wonder if itâs gone that far already. And itâs likely they will (or have) do (done) it, for the message I received was CCâed to Gerald Weston. I remember him from his time in Asheville, and I remember him as being incredibly controlling and something of an asshole.
It makes me laugh to think of the little mystery Iâm embroiled in. Or rather, Iâm at the heart of.
So Iâve written a letter which I will email today:
Mr. Brian Scarborough,
I appreciate the fact that you took the time to send me a detailed letter explaining your decision. After checking my email and reading your message, I went to the message board out of curiosity to see if you had made mention of my being banned or not. Obviously I was unable to take a look since youâve banned my IP address. Taking no chances, I see. (As an aside, a simple, âPlease donât postâ would have done the trick.)
I apologize for things admittedly getting out of hand. I knew they were, and I was trying to reign things in a little. Too little too late.
However, I would respond to a few of the things you wrote.
To begin with, âYou stated on your “Who I am. . .” post that you are interested in who went where and why. I would like to point out to you that many if not most of out teens on the forum were quite young when the split took place, so your desire to collect information on this subject would not be best served on the teen forum.â
I listed that interest as one of the several, as you yourself acknowledged. Furthermore, itâs clear that many of them are old enough to have remembered what happened quite clearly, as they themselves said. Lastly, as you said in one of your own posts, the message board is not solely for âyoung people.â
âYou also stated that you wanted to âhave meaningful communication with those who are still in the COG’sâ. As you can see from the differences in what you believe and what LCG believes, meaningful communication does not seem possible.â
It depends on what âmeaningfulâ means. Still, I guess weâll never know. I also wrote, âThe nonsense Iâve written about interpretation and the existence of God is really of no importance to me. I didnât begin posting here because I wanted to pick theological fights, and in fact I sort of regret beginning those communications because it has probably biased a few people against me. And such discussions generally accomplish nothing.â The implication I was making, though obviously not strong enough (and clearly it should have been an explication, not an implication), was that Iâm not really interested in pursing any those discussions. I even called my own writing ânonsense.â What I should have done is add, âAs such, I will not respond to any of those posts unless you actually want to know my point of view on them,â or something along those lines.
âIs it your desire to change the beliefs of our teens?â
Most certainly not. I detest when someone approaches me and says, âDo you know Jesus?â and I wouldnât do that to someone else. I didnât initiate the discussion about the existence of God; I was responding to someoneâs question. Go back and look at my posts: I never initiated any discussions that could be characterized as inflammatory. yes, I did contribute to them and help them become âinflammatory,â but I didnât begin a post, âWhy on earth does anyone believe in God?!?â
Furthermore, one thing I meant by saying, âAnd such discussions generally accomplish nothing,â is simply that there would probably be no way I could change anyoneâs mind even if I wanted to. I am not Dan Baker, out to convert everyone to âfree thinkers.â I was merely expressing my views, and then responding to their responses. Iâve thought about my position for a long time; many of the things they brought up were things I wrestled with on my own. I simply reached a different conclusion than they have.
âHave any of the post made by the teens changed your mind about the existence of God?â
Actually, in a way, yes. I was impressed with some of the articulations and a couple of posts did hit right at one of the weaknesses of an non-theistic stance. As I tried to make clear in one particular post, I donât have a strong belief that God doesnât exist; I have no positive belief that God exists. The argument from design (which is basically what all the posts concerned, and thatâs why it degenerated into a discussion of evolution) is compelling to me in a strange way, and I readily admit (though perhaps a little too late) that it does make me think that there very well could have been (perhaps Iâll go so far as to say probably was?) some force controlling evolutionary development. A far cry from the nature of God as defined in the LCGâs statement of beliefs, Iâm sure, but certainly Madeline OâHare either.
âI can’t see where this dialogue will help either party.â
Apologetics is not a useful thing? Thatâs basically what everyone was engaged in. I pointed out weaknesses of arguments; they responded; I pointed out further weaknesses; they responded further. A debate, in other words. And except for one person who seemed to take the notion of evolution very personally, most of them who were participating seemed eager to do so. It was polite; it didnât (generally) dissolve into personal attacks (and the two times it did, it was fairly moderate, consisting of simply ad hominim arguments, which I calmly explained); it was calm; and it was well-thought out in many instances.
None of my questions were merely exercises in being disagreeable. I also not suggesting that I was âjust trying to make sure they were on their toes!â They were genuine inquiries. My statements were not meant as personal assaults, but as presentations of my views.
Re: âto put it bluntly, I think they/you are all wrongâ
I fail to see how thatâs problematic. I didnât say, âI think youâre idiots for believing that.â I didnât say, âI think youâre heads arenât screwed on tight.â I didnât use profanity. I was stating, clearly, my position. I wanted no confusion. Perhaps it is a little too strong. I was judging it on my own standard, I guess, and for someone to tell me, âFrankly, I think youâre wrongâ bothers me about as much as someone saying, âThatâs a nice car.â Ambiguity leads only to problems. I wanted to be clear. Thatâs all. Clearly, though, I should have put more thought into it.
âI hope that you will not take this decision the wrong way.â
Iâm not sure what the right way would be. You simply donât want me to post, and I certainly understand why. I donât take that personally, though it is a shame.
In closing, I would like you to reconsider your decision. I am willing to forego any discussions of any topics you deem inappropriate; I am willing to submit any posts to you for pre-approval. If my restriction is the result of requests by users, I understand and comply willingly to the wishes of the majority. If however it was only an administrative decision, I humbly request you to reconsider.
If you are unwilling to allow me to post, please allow me at least to view the message boards. I give you my word that if you ask me to, I will not make a single post, nor will I initiate contact with anyone via email.
In closing, I readily admit things were out of hand; I readily admit that I might have offended some; and I completely understand your position and do not take your actions personally in anyway whatsoever. I would, however, like to ask forgiveness and request a second chance.
Iâve decided to see what a âhumble and contriteâ spirit will do for me. And I am genuinely saddened that I got kicked off. However, if Iâm not allowed back on, it wonât be the end of the world for me. (Iâm sure heâll think, âMan, this guy canât write a short email to save his life.â)
Interestingly I got email from âBedbug,â whose real name is Josh, the individual on the board whoâd started posting about medical marijuana. He said heâd gotten kicked off several times himself, and that the administrator kicks of anyone who has an opinion. I laughed out loud at that one.
The big event of the day, though, came while playing volleyball with the teachers. I was so frustrated playing with Sojka. During the whole evening he never set me. Always Jacek. It really pissed me off. Next time I will surely say something about it.
Still, that frustration was not the âbig event.â As we were playing, who should walk into the gym but Anna Pardynek!!!! I was so thrilled. At first I just waved at her, and then I thought, âIâve been wanting to see her for ages. Now I finally do and I donât got and talk to her!? Am I crazy? âWhat will the teachers think?â Who gives a fuck!â So I ran over and chatted with her. The others on my team (Jola, Sojka, and Jacek) were waiting for me, and I just waved them off with a smile and said, âGrajcie! Grajcie!â
I canât recall that we really talked about anything of any import. The thrilling thing for me was just getting to see her finally. I regret not being more aggressive, though. I said, âMaybe weâll meet each other at some point,â when I should have said, âNo, Iâm not happy with that. I want to plan to meet you,â using the âwyâ to keep her boyfriend, who was standing right there, happy. Oh, she mentioned that her boyfriend had also wanted to kill that idiot of hers that all but attacked me in the disco. Perhaps this fellow is a little more mellow and secure with himself.
She was, in some ways, a sad sight, though. Her teeth are absolutely atrocious. Itâs pitiful. And she reeked of cigarettes. Lastly, I think she might be pregnant, though Iâm not entirely sure. She didnât say anything about it, and Iâm certainly not going to ask. Still, she looked a little plump in all the right places.
So Iâve finally got to see Ann P. I should write Ann P. in Boston to tell her about it . . . and I should have mentioned Ann Petrone to Anna.
Lastly, I wrote a first draft of a letter to Mr. Kobernat. And I was able to get to sleep last night â even make it through most of the day yesterday â without thinking about that nonsense. After all, itâs not the end of the world.
I finished with Sabinaâs prĂłbna matura yesterday. She got âdostateczyny,â though just barely (by something like a point and a half). I told her and she was pleasantly surprised. Her biggest problem was the listening, I think. She got all but one wrong in one of the two listening sections.
I am not sure whether Iâm being completely naĂŻve in saying that a COG member and a non-COG member (and Iâm counting the WCG among them) can actually be friends? Iâve been thinking about that since I received an email from Mr. Kobernat yesterday. More on that in moment. For now â
The COGs define reality in a certain way. They say that Germany is going to rise again; they say that they are going to be God as God is God; they say Christians are required to keep the Sabbath. All these things, while not necessarily originally, are in an original combination. Original packaging, you might say. It places them in the cognitive minority, as Iâve stated so many times in this damn journal. One of the things their worldview has to do is to account for that very fact â if this is the âBible interpreting the Bibleâ and itâs all so clear to them, why isnât it clear to everyone? Why canât they go to their neighbor, explain the doctrines, show the scriptural backing, and then watch as the neighbor, now fully convinced, picks up the phone to call the local COG minister? Thatâs something the worldview must explain. âGodâs callingâ and âworldwide deceptionâ are two ways of doing it â or rather, two sides of the same method. So their unique packaging requires a unique grouping. Yet another way to reach the necessity for plausibility.
My naivety further comes from the thought of my parents and the Kobernats now trying to get together. Imagine the Kâs head up north for whatever reason, and as a gesture of good will invite my parents out to dinner. What are they going to talk about now? If they talk theology, it will descend into argument. If they talk about church life, that will certainly lead to a discussion of theology. In my open letter I wrote that the only thing that we shared in common was an assumed mutual belief. Now that I think about it, Iâm not sure that anyone ever pretended anything else. Itâs not that the Kobernats sought out new friends coming into the Kingsport area and my parents are the ones they happened to find. They were moved there by the organization that defined this unique package of beliefs, which in turn necessitated the creation of a sort of mini-ghetto.
In other words, the WCG brought them together, so that was the first and strongest aspect of their friendship. Now that thatâs gone, what the hell would they have to talk about? Grandchildren? My parents, much to Momâs dismay Iâm sure, are not grandparents â a no-go there. World events? Mr. Kobernat sees these world events as fulfillments of prophecy, while Dad doesnât (Iâm assuming). Sports? Dad doesnât care much for sports, and I donât think Mr. K. does in and of themselves either. What does that leave them to talk about.
Now, about Mr. Kâs response:
Hi Gary, I did respond. To your hotmail address. Didn’t you receive it? It didn’t come back to me making me think it went through. Which address do you like best. I will respond to your answers to my questions as soon as we are sure we are connected.
My first reaction was, âOh shit â what have I done?!?â I thought Iâd jumped to conclusions that were certainly unwarranted. But further thought has made me realize a few things, things which I would like to clear up with him as well.
To begin with, Iâm worried that I now appear to be somewhat quick to judge, as if I fired this letter off as a result of one unanswered email. If that were the case, then I certainly would be justly labeled a hot-head. However, this is not an isolated incident. Iâve sent many emails that have gone unheeded, and as my journal shows, it dates back to at least October 1999. Thatâs almost two and a half years ago. Further, Mr. Kobernat was not the only one not to respond. I sent Brett several emails at one point (though I canât provide documentation regarding the specific date) and never got so much as a âHowdyâ in return. Iâd mentioned this to my folks, and they said that theyâd had messages go unreturned. Add to this the fact that they went to the Kingsport area several times without even calling my parents.
It seems to me that the chances of all those emails not making it through, and of not a single response back not making it through are slim indeed. Lost email is the exception, not the rule, so even if two or three did get lost, certainly he would have received a few. And of those few, if heâd responded, certainly one or two would have fallen through.
He doesnât seem like the type of person to lie â I know him well enough to know that he is sincere in his beliefs and wouldnât consciously go against them. Yet I find it hard to explain his lack of contact any other way than by saying that he simply didnât respond.
I guess Iâll just have to write some kind of careful reply saying all this. I do, however, stand by the contents of most of the letter. Even if itâs not true in this particular case, it is true in a number of cases. Though as Iâve pointed out, that seems to me now to be somewhat inevitable.
Despite all this â damn, I feel stupid. I emailed my folks asking them what to do. I chatted with Chhavi (via MSN) asking her what to do. And I even talked to Mamo about it. âYou didnât kill anyone,â was her response, âSo it canât be that bad.â
I found tonight the most interesting thing: a message board for young people from the Living Church of God. And I was able easily enough to get a membership and begin posting! Surprisingly easy access for something linked to a church of God. With its closed-door policy, the LCG has left a big open door on the internet.
I was thinking about this, though, and itâs certainly a different experience being in a CoG today as compared to when I was attending in Kingsport. âDissident literatureâ was some vague, nebulous bunch of booklets and pamphlets floating around out there, as difficult to get as narcotics. Just as you canât walk up to anyone on the street and try to buy pot, you couldnât walk up to any church member and say, âHey, have you got any Dissident Literature?â I remember thinking Iâd found some downstairs in Dadâs library one time â it was almost like finding the ark. âIt does exist after all!â was almost what I was thinking. But now, one only has to log on and in a matter of minutes you can find all the âdissident literatureâ you want.
I wonder if Iâll get kicked off at some point. Iâm sure itâs monitored. Iâll bet Meredith even gets reports about it on some regular basis.