Good & Bad Classes at HAC

[Bobby Ross]

I don't remember much from that class, except I did "man up" and preached on the street, in the park, in the bar (I preached in a bar in Chesterton.  When I wrote my paper I told him I picked that bar because of the number of Fairhaven students who went there.  Got a good grade), to my wife, etc.

I remember once we were all bantering with Schaap (at that time, he was sorta fun) and he was trying to nail me on something.  My reply, "Oh yeah?  At least I don't buy my clothes in the boys department at JC Penny."  (He was pretty small)  He had no comeback for that.  Good times.

LOL!!!  I preached on a street in East Chicago until the police came and "asked" us to leave.  The bar preaching was interesting.  I, asked the bartender if he would mind me preaching a short message to his patrons.  He in turn asked those assembled there if they would mind.  After all agreed, I was given a stool to stand on behind the bar (me being somewhat vertically challenged) and began to preach.  After I was done I received, for some unknown reason, a round of applause, and several patrons tried to give me money.  It was an altogether odd experience I must say.

 

[TidesofTruth]

I don't remember much from that class, except I did "man up" and preached on the street, in the park, in the bar (I preached in a bar in Chesterton.  When I wrote my paper I told him I picked that bar because of the number of Fairhaven students who went there.  Got a good grade), to my wife, etc.

I remember once we were all bantering with Schaap (at that time, he was sorta fun) and he was trying to nail me on something.  My reply, "Oh yeah?  At least I don't buy my clothes in the boys department at JC Penny."  (He was pretty small)  He had no comeback for that.  Good times.

LOL!!!  I preached on a street in East Chicago until the police came and "asked" us to leave.  The bar preaching was interesting.  I, asked the bartender if he would mind me preaching a short message to his patrons.  He in turn asked those assembled there if they would mind.  After all agreed, I was given a stool to stand on behind the bar (me being somewhat vertically challenged) and began to preach.  After I was done I received, for some unknown reason, a round of applause, and several patrons tried to give me money.  It was an altogether odd experience I must say.

Those imbibing in the spirits are truly looking for the benefits that the Holy Spirit of God makes freely available to the Children of God-love joy peace patience kindness goodness faithfulness gentleness and self-control.  Alcohol was given to men, a grace of God, who did not have the Holy Spirit as a way to cope with this life  - A Precursor or foreshadow of the fruit that was to come in our Comforter.  Old Testament scriptures other than the Instructions of the King to his son make that abundantly clear.  (Alcohol/Intoxication was never for kings, princes or priest.)  Intoxicants are not for the believer because we too are kings, princes, priests.  They are in direct conflict with all that God has for us in the true Comfort of God's actual presence living within us.

Every time I am at the store and see someone getting a bottle I am reminded what they truly are seeking.  It does not make me judge, it makes me empathize with their pain and strive to do something to help.

 

[16KJV11]

I don't remember much from that class, except I did "man up" and preached on the street, in the park, in the bar (I preached in a bar in Chesterton.  When I wrote my paper I told him I picked that bar because of the number of Fairhaven students who went there.  Got a good grade), to my wife, etc.

I remember once we were all bantering with Schaap (at that time, he was sorta fun) and he was trying to nail me on something.  My reply, "Oh yeah?  At least I don't buy my clothes in the boys department at JC Penny."  (He was pretty small)  He had no comeback for that.  Good times.

LOL!!!  I preached on a street in East Chicago until the police came and "asked" us to leave.  The bar preaching was interesting.  I, asked the bartender if he would mind me preaching a short message to his patrons.  He in turn asked those assembled there if they would mind.  After all agreed, I was given a stool to stand on behind the bar (me being somewhat vertically challenged) and began to preach.  After I was done I received, for some unknown reason, a round of applause, and several patrons tried to give me money.  It was an altogether odd experience I must say.

Those imbibing in the spirits are truly looking for the benefits that the Holy Spirit of God makes freely available to the Children of God-love joy peace patience kindness goodness faithfulness gentleness and self-control.  Alcohol was given to men, a grace of God, who did not have the Holy Spirit as a way to cope with this life  - A Precursor or foreshadow of the fruit that was to come in our Comforter.  Old Testament scriptures other than the Instructions of the King to his son make that abundantly clear.  (Alcohol/Intoxication was never for kings, princes or priest.)  Intoxicants are not for the believer because we too are kings, princes, priests.  They are in direct conflict with all that God has for us in the true Comfort of God's actual presence living within us.

Every time I am at the store and see someone getting a bottle I am reminded what they truly are seeking.  It does not make me judge, it makes me empathize with their pain and strive to do something to help.

Very good post.

 

[bgwilkinson]

I don't remember much from that class, except I did "man up" and preached on the street, in the park, in the bar (I preached in a bar in Chesterton.  When I wrote my paper I told him I picked that bar because of the number of Fairhaven students who went there.  Got a good grade), to my wife, etc.

I remember once we were all bantering with Schaap (at that time, he was sorta fun) and he was trying to nail me on something.  My reply, "Oh yeah?  At least I don't buy my clothes in the boys department at JC Penny."  (He was pretty small)  He had no comeback for that.  Good times.

LOL!!!  I preached on a street in East Chicago until the police came and "asked" us to leave.  The bar preaching was interesting.  I, asked the bartender if he would mind me preaching a short message to his patrons.  He in turn asked those assembled there if they would mind.  After all agreed, I was given a stool to stand on behind the bar (me being somewhat vertically challenged) and began to preach.  After I was done I received, for some unknown reason, a round of applause, and several patrons tried to give me money.  It was an altogether odd experience I must say.

Clearly they appreciated the entertainment value of your performance.

I would guess it was significantly different  from that which they normally watch at a bar.

Me I would not  want anyone seeing me go into a bar or come out of a bar.

 

[Bobby Ross]

Clearly they appreciated the entertainment value of your performance.

I would guess it was significantly different  from that which they normally watch at a bar.

Me I would not  want anyone seeing me go into a bar or come out of a bar.

I would be hesitant to call it a performance, as my simple message dealt with God's love and grace for sinners and salvation through faith in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.  I sure hope it was different than what they usually saw. I remember several of the patrons asking me where I went to church, and having none of the men refuse to take the tracts I handed them, even beginning to read them before I made my way out of the establishment.  The bartender even thanked me for coming in.

Having spent much time in these establishments during my prodigal years, it didn't phase me to enter, even though some may have had occasion to question why I would venture in again.  As for entering or leaving one of these places, I figure folks have seen me go to Olive Garden, Red Lobster, Red Robin, etc. that have bars as well.  Not that I desire to be a stumbling block in any way, but it isn't an experience I have repeated since.

 

[BALAAM]

After all we have seen in the past several years it seems our time would have been better spent preaching to js than to the bar patrons. Most of them probably know right from wrong!

 

[patriotic]

I know some guys who worked third shift ckeaning a local restaurant. They took turns preaching to each other in the restaurant's bar after it was close.

 

[prophet]

I know some guys who worked third shift ckeaning a local restaurant. They took turns preaching to each other in the restaurant's bar after it was close.

Cheaters!

 

[Canpeg262]

But I bet they had at least 2 down the isle and in the baptistry every week

 

[SwampHag]

My thoughts on Joe Combs and Jack Schaap's classes:  The devil appears as an angel of light.

The class that I felt was the biggest time waster for me was Biology taught by 'Dr' Paulson.  It was ALL missions and why you weren't right with God if you weren't going to be a missionary.

 

[prophet]

My thoughts on Joe Combs and Jack Schaap's classes:  The devil appears as an angel of light.

The class that I felt was the biggest time waster for me was Biology taught by 'Dr' Paulson.  It was ALL missions and why you weren't right with God if you weren't going to be a missionary.

You stayed awake?

 

[16KJV11]

Any class taught by Carl Laurent

 

[RAIDER]

Any class taught by Carl Laurent

Can you read the thread title and be more specific, you stinkin' Hacker!!

 

[RAIDER]

How about Miss Hobbs Sophomore English Class?

 

[kaba]

How about Miss Hobbs Sophomore English Class?

Pure torture!

 

[RAIDER]

How about Miss Hobbs Sophomore English Class?

Pure torture!

I did learn a lot about diagramming sentences. She always seemed so "cheerful".  I still remember her giggle.

 

[kaba]

How about Miss Hobbs Sophomore English Class?

Pure torture!

I did learn a lot about diagramming sentences. She always seemed so "cheerful".  I still remember her giggle.

I remember how she walked...little baby steps. Annoying

 

[RAIDER]

How about Miss Hobbs Sophomore English Class?

Pure torture!

I did learn a lot about diagramming sentences. She always seemed so "cheerful".  I still remember her giggle.

I remember how she walked...little baby steps. Annoying

I had a friend who was goofing around in class.  She stopped teaching and said in a sweet, calm voice, "Mr. Willoughby, would you please leave class?"  He turned red and left class.

 

[16KJV11]

Probably already mentioned, but...Church Ed with Ray Young.  Instant sleep aid.

 

[RAIDER]

Probably already mentioned, but...Church Ed with Ray Young.  Instant sleep aid.

Dave Hyles was in charge of Church Ed my first couple of years at HAC.  Of course, he turned out to be a real jerk, but he did a nice job with the class.  After Dave left, Ray Young took over.  It was definitely a downhill move.