(04-26-2024, 03:05 AM)FlickerOfLight Wrote: I had an opportunity to live up in the Appalachian mountains recently, and there was a huge Mennonite presence there. I bought from their produce markets, and I got to know these people.
I have more respect for them than any church I have ever been in. Hands down. Those people are of God, no doubt. God is with them, and I could even see it.
I had a bit of fun with the thought, but I felt the presence of the Lord every time I was around them.
Much love...
And yes,
Something wicked is coming. And I'm wanting off of the back of the beast, myself.
I live in the Appalachians, and we have a large Mennonite(?) community not far from here. I think they are Mennonites, anyhow - they drive vehicles to go to Walmart, and the Amish I lived near in Ohio never drove vehicles, only horse drawn buggies. So I think these are Mennonites.
While I was gone from the mountains and out in the flatlands, they moved in. They weren't here when I was growing up. They bought this huge valley, in it's entirety, and started farming it. I've always thought the place they bought would be ideal for defense, even before tey moved in. It's a huge valley surrounded on all sides by steep ridges in a circular form, with but one single gap in the ridges for access to the valley. Just one entry point to have to secure.
Some of their products are sold in a couple small shops right around here. The Mennonites sell them to the shops, and then the shops sell them to the rest of us.
There is an old woman who lives about 200 yards from me who, when I was a kid, I recall her making lye soap in a big iron kettle in her yard. So, knowledge of the old ways is not entirely gone here, but it IS dwindling.
I'm not bugging out. I was born here, and all my ancestors are buried here. When I die, whether fair or foul, this is where my bones will bleach. I'm not running. I see nowhere to run TO that has any advantages over where I am.
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