The ordinances state that for a person to harass another, there must be no legitimate reason for the contact.

My father had thrown me head first into a wall, which is the reason for my contacting that piss poor example of a minister. (Yeah Alan that's for you :o)) LOL! He had just that statement, (piss poor), on a recording that he had chosen as his best evidence of my psychological instability. There were approximately 60 minutes, or there about, worth of messages that I had left asking him to call me because of the abusive nature of my father. Apparently Alan had not wanted to accept the possibility of my father's character as being tarnished. (Alfred was such a good and noble man, after all, or at least he appeared to be.)

Alan had come prepared, and loaded for what he must have thought would be a sure bear in the bag. He eagerly managed to set up what he had hoped would be the making of my demise. Once he had allowed the first message to play in it's entirety he asked the judge if he had heard enough. (After all, that first message was surely enough to convince the judge of my insanity, or so he must have thought.) The judge declined his inquiry and wanted to hear more of the mass of recordings that I had left. After approximately 15 messages the judge had a pretty clear view of what had actually happened.

The judge then told Alan that as a minister, that if a person, such as myself, had that kind of a problem, as I did, with a member of his congregation that he had a responsibility, (which apparently he had failed).

Alan went on to say that he had already told me that he didn't want to be associated with, or have any dealings with .... me. He thought he was right. He thought he had been victimized. He claimed that I had threatened and scared his daughter and even had her there to testify his subornation of perjury. (Poor Ally.) She really was scared; but not because of my call. I have got to say right here Alan, and yeah I'm sure you're out there :o), that it is inevitable that stumbling blocks should come, but woe to him through whom they come! It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should cause one of these little ones to stumble.

And it happened to be his own daughter, flesh and blood. (Extremely long pause with much reflection.)

Oh, and for the record books, the service that I sat in on, under your own instruction, was regarding a question. That question was, "Have you ever thought that you had gotten one over on God?".

You surely should remember that night. I had come in early in order to ask you personally about how I could go about finding a position as a minister. You had told me that your church didn't recognize the claims of women to be qualified to preach. You also said that there were other churches that did accept women as pastors and suggested that I look elsewhere. I had come with my parents and was in a position to catch your sermon. You had chosen to forego the pulpit that night and stood down on the floor amongst your followers. I hope that refreshes your memory:o).

It is truly strange and miraculous, how He works. Maybe one of these days, you'll realize that fact.

And the light of Israel will become a fire and his Holy One a flame,
And it will burn and devour his thorns and his briars in a single day.

-- Isaiah 10: 17

It's going to be a long day; isn't it, Alan .... :o) (Volley!)

You are now entering the twilight zone.

Psalms 2.

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