We had the Feast of Trumpets, the day of Atonement and we are now approaching the Feast of Tabernacles. Sadly, these festivals were never understood in WCG, and the same ignorance is still being peddled by the hirelings in the divided groups that were formed since God spewed WCG out of his mouth.
On the feast of Trumpets, pompous, ignorant men who were ordained ministers as a result of licking the boots of Dr. Meredith, Hermon Hoeh, Raymond McNair or even Mr. Armstrong, used to turned up for services. They were often met in the car park by a grovelling, sycophantic member, who was aspiring to be ordained a deacon.
The hireling seat at the front of the congregation had been reserved for him, and he walked in with a haughty deportment, as though he was Julius Caesar, who had just returned from an arduous battle, and was worthy of a Triumvirate.
After the preliminaries of song leading and meaningless sermonette, the hireling rose to his feet, and surveyed his captive, docile congregation, who paid his salary. He eventually proceeded to say, he was giving a sermon on the meaning of the day.
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