Navigating a minefield
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 4:10 am
Imagine a man, paradropped into a minefield.
He knows his mission, to go out and rescue people and bring them unto Christ.
But there´s the minefield to contend with.
People see he´s been dropped to come to their rescue.
And recognise him, and mutter amongst one another: He´s an idiot, and untrustworthy to boot.
So they say nothing and do nothing to help him navigate the minefield.
And the paratrooper, after almost tripping 2 mines, he decided to hunker down and wait till he gets airlifted out again.
This is my stake, and this is my stakepresident.
A Dutch youngman, who was sent to England 20 years ago to stash his old man´s cash.
Cash the old man got from his ponzi-scheme victims.
An old man I happened to excommunicate while sitting on the High Council.
Many victims came forward, and I compiled a binder with articles about the old man and his son in the UK.
This man is now my SP, who was named in newspapers back then 12 years ago as being a part of the fraud.
He bought houses in London, Hamburg, and Rotterdam.
He drives a cab like his old man, how do you pay for that with a simple salary as cabbie?
The Hamburg-house is worth 3 million. I know enough.
He became SP 18 months ago, taking everyone by surprise.
A few months later the other stake-scandal silently broke, subsurface.
About his predecessor helping himself and a friend to hundreds of thousands in fastofferings.
June last year a brother sent a letter to the entire presidency, demanding a DC for the couple.
I was hauled in together with 5 others suspected of sending the letter for a sit-down with a 70 even.
A letter which threatened to go to the IRS with the papers about the fraud possible resulting in loss of the tax-free status of the Church.
Since then the SP knows there are people with a spine, who can´t be bought with callings.
Since then SP knows there are people who know things. Things he thought were hidden.
Like a false resume he put online, fraudulent handlings by him and his family.
A predecessor who made terrible mistakes for which people are still paying.
The poor man is asking here and there how to handle things, how to handle specific people.
He even asked me several times about this, and that.
And we all keep silent, or even knowingly point him the wrong way.
He´s seen as a usurper, an infidel and a faker who uses appearances to let people think all is well in Zion.
With fully scripted Conferences, and much more.
DC´s don´t get held at all for fear of what the accused will throw back at the SP and ignite a firestorm.
He´s the lone paratrooper in the minefield, and he is now bunkering down.
If he shoots at me, I will annihilate his churchcareer, his marriage and his livelyhood.
Same for so many in my stake who despise him.
And the SP knows there are skeletons in the closet, and he does not know who has which key to a closet.
In this Stake there is peace, Peace through Strength.
Armed to the teeth, but still keeping the finger from the red button.
I am sitting in a lazy lawnchair, not doing anything anymore in the Church, except listening, talking, probing.
Waiting for the perfect timing for a decapitating first strike.
And I am relishing the thought, of that man packing his bags to go back to England in shame.
Am I a bad man, maybe, but when cleaning house, you sweep the stairs top to bottom.
In church we tend to do it the other way around.
He knows his mission, to go out and rescue people and bring them unto Christ.
But there´s the minefield to contend with.
People see he´s been dropped to come to their rescue.
And recognise him, and mutter amongst one another: He´s an idiot, and untrustworthy to boot.
So they say nothing and do nothing to help him navigate the minefield.
And the paratrooper, after almost tripping 2 mines, he decided to hunker down and wait till he gets airlifted out again.
This is my stake, and this is my stakepresident.
A Dutch youngman, who was sent to England 20 years ago to stash his old man´s cash.
Cash the old man got from his ponzi-scheme victims.
An old man I happened to excommunicate while sitting on the High Council.
Many victims came forward, and I compiled a binder with articles about the old man and his son in the UK.
This man is now my SP, who was named in newspapers back then 12 years ago as being a part of the fraud.
He bought houses in London, Hamburg, and Rotterdam.
He drives a cab like his old man, how do you pay for that with a simple salary as cabbie?
The Hamburg-house is worth 3 million. I know enough.
He became SP 18 months ago, taking everyone by surprise.
A few months later the other stake-scandal silently broke, subsurface.
About his predecessor helping himself and a friend to hundreds of thousands in fastofferings.
June last year a brother sent a letter to the entire presidency, demanding a DC for the couple.
I was hauled in together with 5 others suspected of sending the letter for a sit-down with a 70 even.
A letter which threatened to go to the IRS with the papers about the fraud possible resulting in loss of the tax-free status of the Church.
Since then the SP knows there are people with a spine, who can´t be bought with callings.
Since then SP knows there are people who know things. Things he thought were hidden.
Like a false resume he put online, fraudulent handlings by him and his family.
A predecessor who made terrible mistakes for which people are still paying.
The poor man is asking here and there how to handle things, how to handle specific people.
He even asked me several times about this, and that.
And we all keep silent, or even knowingly point him the wrong way.
He´s seen as a usurper, an infidel and a faker who uses appearances to let people think all is well in Zion.
With fully scripted Conferences, and much more.
DC´s don´t get held at all for fear of what the accused will throw back at the SP and ignite a firestorm.
He´s the lone paratrooper in the minefield, and he is now bunkering down.
If he shoots at me, I will annihilate his churchcareer, his marriage and his livelyhood.
Same for so many in my stake who despise him.
And the SP knows there are skeletons in the closet, and he does not know who has which key to a closet.
In this Stake there is peace, Peace through Strength.
Armed to the teeth, but still keeping the finger from the red button.
I am sitting in a lazy lawnchair, not doing anything anymore in the Church, except listening, talking, probing.
Waiting for the perfect timing for a decapitating first strike.
And I am relishing the thought, of that man packing his bags to go back to England in shame.
Am I a bad man, maybe, but when cleaning house, you sweep the stairs top to bottom.
In church we tend to do it the other way around.