Mr. Newman, was a legendary actor and one of my favorites. I shall never forget the first movie of his that caught my eye, “Cool Hand Luke.” In the beginning scene there is a very sexy young lady washing a car. What man could ever forget that scene? It is featured below in a video.
Mr. Newman, was a man that felt for the poor and needy. This is a great gift for anyone to possess. He cared greatly for them and this makes him an extra special person. Throughout his lifetime he gave away more than $200 million to charity. He also established the Hole in the Wall Gang Camps. These are for children living with serious medical conditions. Like cancer, hemophilia, etc.
In the past two years prior to his death, he quietly turned over to charities $120 million dollars from “Newman’s Own”. A company that makes cookies and salad dressings. He shall be missed, and he left the world a better place. RIP sir!
I feel like reminiscing today about the Feast of Tabernacles (FOT) that ended a few days ago. In my early childhood days; I attended 19 services in 8 days, and that didn’t include all the activities. We camped for 10-12 days in a mosquito infested bog on Jekyll Island. By the time we left, my legs and arms were usually covered with bloody sores from scratching all those bites. I was ready to go home, tired and miserable.
Those poor women campers, they had it rough! What a miserable time they had. By the third day of the feast mom had dark circles under her eyes. In the wee hours of the morning, I could hear her sobbing. A mental picture I still carry with me, is her sitting at our small camp table crying. Later in life, mom told me the feast was some of her worst times. By the second of third night she was just too tired to sleep. By the end of the feast she was like a walking zombie.
We didn’t have much tithe so; we brought can goods and groceries from home. Mom cooked three meals a day on a camp stove. She did ironing and washing for herself, dad and three kids. This was all done in a campground without the use of a washer/dryer. Our shopping for clothing was done at the Church’s used clothing bonanza. I remember standing in our small tent while mom made alterations to my new (used) clothing. Mom was very nifty with needle and thread.
At Jekyll Island, in the early 60s a Hurricane passed nearby. It poured endless amounts of rain on us for three or four days. Everything was soaked. People took their shoes and socks off and went barefoot to services under the big three ring circus tent of Armstrongism. There were three or four inches of water flowing underneath the chairs during services. A minister during the sermon said, Satan was trying to break God’s people but, we couldn’t be broke!
Thinking back on it we were really a group of dumbasses sitting under a tent with our feet in water during those terrible lightning storms. Our campgrounds and tents were flooded. If your sleeping bag wasn’t on a cot or something high enough to keep it above the water, you’d have to sleep in the car that evening. Sleeping in an upright position for three days wasn’t fun. In 1967 we were able to afford our first motel for the feast. That was great! I’ll save that story for another time. Please feel free to add your feast stories.
By now many of you have heard the sad news regarding the death of my dear husband, Raymond McNair. Through his five year ordeal he never complained nor asked, “Why me Lord?”
He trusted God knowing he would be delivered either through death or divine healing. “Not my will, but yours O Lord,” were words he often repeated.
My husband’s convictions were as Paul’s,
“I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith!Henceforth, there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the Righteous Judge, shall give me at that last day; and not to me only, but unto all men also that love His appearing. ” (2Timothy 4:7-8).
I wish to thank all who have so kindly and passionately reached out to comfort me in my distress. The future for me will be difficult at first, and at times lonely. But the hope in me will keep me going, remembering God’s promises that my husband and I will be together again, standing before our Father and Jesus Christ to hear those familiar words, “Well done, thou good and faithful servants.”
Here are my thoughts on Raymond’s death. On a personally level, I can relate to the death of another fellow human being. Family and friends will miss him and this is a natural thing. One thing for sure, we cannot outrun death, and it catches us all.
IMO, Raymond’s sermons were like his brother Carl’s, long and boring. We suffered with Carl McNair as our pastor for years in the Atlanta area. In Raymond’s honor; I hope whoever officiates at his funeral, will read for hours from laborious books.
Raymond was a strict minister in the toxic wasteland of Armstrongism. IMO, this was truly a wasted lifelong endeavor. The video below is a tribute to his years in the ministry, and what they amounted to . . .
Mr. Newman, was a legendary actor and one of my favorites. I shall never forget the first movie of his that caught my eye, “Cool Hand Luke.” In the beginning scene there is a very sexy young lady washing a car. What man could ever forget that scene? It is featured below in a video.
