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[snowbear97]

Hey Charlie ... pass one of those cinnamon rolls over here. I'm getting hungry.

They aren't ready yet -- I'll save one for you.

 

[snowbear97]

I have the power to close this thread now...just FYI.[/QUOTE}

Sweet.

Do you have the power to decrease or eliminate the post delay?.

edit: restored to original

 

[shefjr]

I have the power to close this thread now...just FYI.

I'm not gonna lie. I would find it kind of funny if you waited until post #9,999

 

[runnah]

I have the power to close this thread now...just FYI.

Yes please close this thread.

Well if you say so....

 

[astroNikon]

we have to wait until 10,000 posts

 

[Gary A.]

The 'Gala' was actually pretty good last night. Marichi's (who were quite good) a jazz ensemble and this charo/singer guy from Mexico, Ezequiel Pena, who, like the other entertainment was also very good. Gotta tell ya, having a few trumpets pumping out songs is very entertaining and gets the blood flowing.

 

[snowbear97]

I have the power to close this thread now...just FYI.

Yes please close this thread.

And you also have the power to alter my posts!

 

[astroNikon]

otherwise, we'd have to start a new one ...

 

[runnah]

I have the power to close this thread now...just FYI.

Yes please close this thread.

And you also have the power to alter my posts!

Huh? I have no idea what you are talking about....

 

[snowbear97]

1234, Feist

 

[snowbear97]

I Know my Love, The Corrs

 

[Gary A.]

Los Angeles Times - Column One

EBOLA HITS HOME FOR A LIBERIAN FAITH HEALER

It could be headaches, infertility, sorrow or bad luck. In New Kru Town, where the afflictions of the poor are plenty, there was always work for a prayer warrior like Dorothy Sawer.

People with nightmares would come to the faith healer, convinced that they were under attack as they slept. Once, a girl named Gladys took to running around the neighborhood naked and had to be saved. Some people were sick, and needed healing. Others had just lost their way in life.

Sawer would hold their hands, hard, to make the prayer powerful.

"Sometimes I pray loud," she says. "Sometimes I pray louder."

Sawer, an abandoned wife with six children — the child of an abandoned wife with five children — lives in a one-room tin house with holes in the walls in this crowded neighborhood of the Liberian capital.

Dorothy Sawer, a Liberian prayer warrior, or faith healer, holds her most treasured possession, her dog-eared Bible. (Robyn Dixon / Los Angeles Times)

It's a place where lines of colorful laundry flap like extravagant birds, stray dogs nose around for scraps and people dress up in lace for church on Sundays.

Sawer is a prayer warrior for a church called Conqueror's Tabernacle. Save for the miracles that she trades in, life could be disheartening for a woman with nothing but a dog-eared Bible and even less money than she used to have.

Sawer sees it as a biblical test.

If so, it's been a long one, and it hasn't been easy.

"My neighbors get vexed. They get angry," the 48-year-old says with a defiant, gap-toothed smile. "People laugh at me and mock me. They say, 'Every day, it's God, God, God business.' These neighbors say that's all they hear."

But a prayer warrior fears nothing — not ridicule, not spiritual darkness, not the witches waiting to steal the souls of children or weak old folk.

Then Ebola came to New Kru Town, and it attacked Conqueror's Tabernacle.

 

[Gary A.]

Here in Monrovia, where charismatic Pentecostal pastors jostle for worshipers, church and prayer course through life like blood, and prayer warriors are as important as doctors. For churchgoers here, an ailment that's stubborn is often seen as the business of a prayer warrior, who claims to heal through the "laying of hands."

But Ebola can be contracted just by touching someone very ill. It lurks in bodily fluids such as sweat and is believed to survive on surfaces for hours and in clothing for days. The virus has claimed many pastors, prayer warriors and traditional healers.

"Only God knows where we are heading to now," Sawer says.

On a rain-streaked afternoon, she sits in a red-and-white floral dress on a stool outside her house holding her old Bible. A cheap metal pendant inscribed "Love" is stuck in the damp sand nearby. Tim, 25, her oldest son, is there; he is the rock in her life since her husband deserted her eight years ago. Her other five children, ages 11 and up, sit giggling, or wander around.

 

[Gary A.]

When Sawer was about 10, she says, she saw a flash of light — she points to the spot, just over there — and a white man with long hair appeared out of nowhere, his back turned. Then he disappeared in another flash.

"I believe that was the angel of God that I saw," she says, eyes wary, half expecting ridicule. From then on, she had "spiritual fits" and had to drop out of school.

She had premonitions. She'd warn people not to take a particular road on a particular day.

"People didn't listen. There would be consequences." (She says her former husband was attacked by thieves after ignoring one of her warnings.)

But other people saw her as a miracle worker. No longer just a struggling single mother, she was somebody. "They said, 'She's got the discernment.' "

Four years ago she became a prayer warrior at Conqueror's Tabernacle, the creation of her neighbor Pastor Varney Garpou.

 

[astroNikon]

I Know my Love, The Corrs

I have a couple albums .. I mean CDs from the Corrs from circa 1998. haven't listened to them since as I didn't like their 2nd CD very much.