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Contact email: [email protected] (This email is provided for the purpose of connecting with and supporting people, not for pointless arguments) *I mixed up the neckties story, my dad reminded me when he saw this video. It was narrow ties they always wore and the wide ties came in style and were preached against as "worldly". *The "rock music" story is told to the best of my memory (it has been a few years since I was a teen)... *I also wanted to clarify my "don't judge" comments. If you are abusive or commit a crime, you will be judged. My statement about judgement (before his own master he stands or falls) was in regards to the actual context of that chapter, referring to believers with differing personal convictions (some ate meat, some didn't...some observed certain holy days, some didn't). They were judging each others standing with God over things that were personal convictions. Trust me, if you are a pastor and you allow sexual abuse to go on in your church and don't report it. I'm TOTALLY judging you! If you commit violence against other people (of any kind)...I'm TOTALLY judging you!!!! If we judge nothing, we set ourselves up for repeat offenses and possibly danger. If you say you don't ever judge anybody, you're not being honest with yourself. There are certain people you would not allow to babysit your kids, certain kids (drivers) you wouldn't allow your teen to get into a vehicle with, there are certain places you wouldn't walk after dark... As parents (and as women) we judge constantly. We have to, for the sake of safety. It's important to be aware of your surroundings and that includes people (and people in churches too). The Calf Path By Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911) One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. Since then two hundred years have fled, And, I infer, the calf is dead. But still he left behind his trail, And thereby hangs my moral tale. The trail was taken up next day By a lone dog that passed that way; And then a wise bell-wether sheep Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep, And drew the flock behind him, too, As good bell-wethers always do. And from that day, o’er hill and glade, Through those old woods a path was made; And many men wound in and out, And dodged, and turned, and bent about And uttered words of righteous wrath Because ‘twas such a crooked path. But still they followed -- do not laugh -- The first migrations of that calf, And through this winding wood-way stalked, Because he wobbled when he walked. This forest path became a lane, That bent, and turned, and turned again; This crooked lane became a road, Where many a poor horse with his load Toiled on beneath the burning sun, And traveled some three miles in one. And thus a century and a half They trod the footsteps of that calf. The years passed on in swiftness fleet, The road became a village street, And this, before men were aware, A city’s crowded thoroughfare; And soon the central street was this Of a renowned metropolis; And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf. Each day a hundred thousand rout Followed the zigzag calf about; And o’er his crooked journey went The traffic of a continent. A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead. They followed still his crooked way, And lost one hundred years a day; For thus such reverence is lent To well-established precedent. A moral lesson this might teach, Were I ordained and called to preach; For men are prone to go it blind Along the calf-paths of the mind, And work away from sun to sun To do what other men have done. They follow in the beaten track, And out and in, and forth and back, And still their devious course pursue, To keep the path that others do. But how the wise old wood-gods laugh, Who saw the first primeval calf! Ah! many things this tale might teach -- But I am not ordained to preach.