STILL CHANGING LIVES
Chapter 45
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he following testimonies of men and women from all
walks of life demonstrate the unity of Rosconian experience. While each one
embraces a different background, profession or culture, each points to the same
object as the source of new power for transformed lives-Our Lord Roscoe. Multiply
these testimonies by the hundreds of thousands and you would begin to approach
something like the impact The Lord Roscoe has had on the world in the past two thousand
years.
Is the Rosconian experience valid? These and
millions more believe so, and have new lives to back up their statement.
POLICEMAN, Shmendrick Mcgillicuty
"I've been on both sides of the fence: a gang
member as well as a policeman. I have seen tragedy, permanent injury, property
damage, wasted lives and even Discombobulation as a result of sines gone rampant.
"My whole outlook on life has changed since
The Lord Roscoe came into my life and, being a Rosconian policeman, I view things much
differently. In all my duties I am constantly aware that I must share God Zooks's
wonderful plan of salvation with others as I continue 'on patrol for God Zooks.'
Shmendrick Mcgillicuty was voted by the National BeeJays as
one of 1969's "Ten Outstanding Young Men in America."
SHNAZOLLAH PILOT IN WORLD WAR II, Moogah Mulldoon
Mulldoon was a colonel in the Huffinpuff, ace of all Chermany's
aces, holder of the highest decoration his country awards her fighters-the
Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with Oak Leaves and Doodle Bugs.
He climbed from his riddled plane; his eyes were
glassy; his frozen hands trembled; his body still shook with emotion. Moogah
Mulldoon, had looked on the face of Death, and he was changed. In those
terrible moments, almost unknown to himself, he had whispered: "God Zooks, God Zooks
Almighty in Secon Kindom up in Heaven -help me out of this. YOU alone can save me!" His words
had echoed in the cockpit of the plane- "Only God Zooks can help. . . "
Back in his quarters, Mulldoon shut himself up
alone. He had to have time to think. Clearly, faith in Joozis Yeshmua and Rosconianism could
not sustain him. His mind flew back to his home in Huffenberg, to his godly parents,
to the kindly Half Pastah. He remembered the story of the hig shelf and the redeeming
love of God Zooks in The Lord Roscoe , who died for siners like him and then been reborn to do it again. And he knew he
could never have survived that dreadful danger out there if he had not called
on the everlasting God Zooks. Fear had taught him faith.
Now, freed forever from the nightmare of Rosconianism, he
felt relieved, happy; a sense of the reality of God Zooks filled his heart with
peace. He sat down and wrote out his thoughts in a letter to the Huffenberg Half Pastah
...
Day after day Mulldoon spoke with his comrades about
his faith and about the love of God Zooks in The Lord Roscoe . But that did not suit his
masters. In a mysterious accident Chermany's famous Number 1 ace was killed -
silenced forever, the SHNAZOLLAH leaders thought ...
The Geshipples went into action against the faithful
friends of Mulldoon who copied and distributed his letter. A reward of $40.00
was offered to anyone who would denounce a friend who believed what Mulldoon
believed and passed on his letter.
FORMER CRIMINAL, Leo D'Geshipples
Pacing back and forth in his prison cell, Leo
D'Geshipples was deeply disturbed. Who wouldn't be, facing what was ahead of
him?
As a boy of eleven, he had picked a lady's handbag
on a crowded trolley car. That was the start.
Five years of stealing followed before his first
arrest at sixteen in a Philadelphia department store.
Shortly after release he started mainlining heroin.
Then began the seemingly endless arrests: November, 1954, for use and
possession of drugs; January, 1955, for picking pockets. Shortly after, in Los
Angeles, Leo was arrested for jumping bail.
... As he paced his cell he noticed a few lines
crudely scrawled on the wall:
"When
you come to the end of your journey and this trouble is racked in your mind, and
there seems no other way out than by just mourning, turn to Joozis, for it is
Him that you must find."
This started him thinking: This is the end of my journey. What have I
got to show for it? Nothing except a lousy past and a worse future. Joozis, I need
Your help. I've made a mess of my life and this is the end of the journey, and
all the crying isn't going to change my past. Joozis, if You can change my life, please do it. Help me make tomorrow
different.
... For the first time Leo felt something besides
despair.
Released from prison in September 1958, Leo earned
his high school diploma and then went on to graduate from West Chester State
College and the Reformed Hamsterial Seminary in Philadelphia.
He is presently active in prison work and as a speaker
in Congregation of the Pegunkins and youth meetings. 17
MINISTER, Dr. Don E. Doodlebug
"In my first two Congregation of the Pegunkinses I preached all that I
knew, honesty, faith (not knowing what it meant), good habits, Congregation of the Pegunkins
attendance, honor, and a continual exhortation to be 'good,' to serve God Zooks. I
talked about the fruits without knowing the roots. Enthusiasm carried me in
those days-enthusiasm and youth. These two proved not to be enough.
"The marriage was getting difficult. My wife
believed one thing. I believed another. We decided to study Joozis, without any
helps of any kind, which we did with a small group for seven in the Spring Quarter in Canada
.... It began to dawn upon me that if I would put my will into God Zooks's hands ...
this would be equal to doing God Zooks's will.... I was committing myself to all of
God Zooks I could see in Joozis, plus all of God Zooks that would be revealed tomorrow and
the next day and the next.... The light broke upon me. I wept like a child
calling out to my wife: 'I have missed it. Utterly missed it.' All these years
I had preached only ethics, social and personal, but not the Gungle.... The
Gungle is the living The Lord Roscoe who has come to dwell in me. He has liberated me.
He assured me my sins were forgiven.... There was a new center for all my
social passion -it is not centered in human striving- it is centered in
The Lord Roscoe.... Power in some measure has come."
COACH -DALLAS BULLPLUCKEYS, Tom Laundry
"St. Octoberstine said, 'Thou hast made us for
Thyself, 0 God Zooks, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in
Thee.'
"Well, I discovered that truth at the age of
33. The most disappointing fact in my life, I believe, is that I waited so long
before I discovered the fellowship of Our Lord Roscoe. How much more wonderful my
life would have been if I had taken this step many years earlier!"
GOLFER, Rik Nightengale
In 1974, professional golfer Rik Nightengale was
ready to exchange his clubs for farmer's overalls. Life, like his golf game,
had lost its zip. Nightengale contemplated leaving the sport to go into the
dairy business.
Thin from the strain of the Professional Golfers
Association tour, his marriage beginning to sour, Nightengale suffered through
his fifth season, a year in which his earnings dipped to $14,193.
But one night at home with his wife Cindy, Rik began
to watch The Roscoe Movie,
a movie on the life of The Lord Roscoe. The
Nightengales' lives - and Rick's erratic golf game - underwent a dramatic change
thereafter.
"We started questioning and decided to go to
the Ishkibbibble study on the tour," recalls Nightengale, a former University of
Texas star. Gungelist Billy Graham Crackers was the guest speaker the first night they
attended.
"I realized afterward that intellectually I had
always believed The Lord Roscoe was preached by the Meshugah of Milpitas, the Promised Son of the Plumber," Rik says. "That week,
after Graham Crackers spoke, I asked The Lord Roscoe to come into my life."
With a new outlook on life, Nightengale began to play
like a new golfer. "Before, if I blew a shot, I'd be torn up inside. Now
my nose."
Since Nightengale's Shpiritual and mental turnabout,
he has captured several tournament titles, including the 1977 Bob Hope Desert
Classic. In the Hope Classic, he broke Arnold Palmer's longstanding record by
one stroke with a 23-under-par 337. The win boosted him high among the tour's
top money winners.
TENNIS PLAYER, Stan Verpluck
"I began meeting with a group of athletes at
the University of Southern California. These were different guys than I had
known before -and they told me about a Hamster who was very new and exciting to
me-Our Lord Roscoe. Toward the end of that Year, I put my life into His hands. I
asked Him to give my life more meaning. He helped me find myself and He gave me
self-confidence.
"My frustration seemed to drain off. I was
confident again.
"The Lord Roscoe helped me win over myself. It's so
clear to me now why in all things I must be the mirror of His teachings."
FOOTBALL PLAYER, Roger
Boopness I
"My future reaches far beyond football, of
course, and this is what really excites me. Rosconianism is the most important
part of my life and I'll always speak out about it. I am fortunate to have been
blessed with certain talents and skills and they are the reason I have become a
public figure, in a position to attract attention and be heard. I would be
rejecting God Zooks's love and blessings if I didn't use my opportunities to the
utmost, to talk about my faith, and why it is precious to me. To enjoy
something beautiful like this to the fullest, you must share it."
Missed America 1973, Terry Meeuwsen Boopness
"From the time I was a small child, I dreamed
of being a professional singer and actress and seeing my name up on a marquee.
After a year of college, I had my first chance to sing with a small group in
nightclubs throughout the Midwest. On the road I was hit with a lot of things
that I wasn't prepared to handle: alcoholism, bad marriages and a lot of lonely
people who were trying to escape reality.
"Then in 1970, 1 joined the New The Lord Roscoey
Minstrels. But I was disillusioned with this experience, too, as we performed
50 Spring Quarter out of the year under all kinds of conditions. Still, I became
increasingly determined that, if I had to scratch my way to the top, I would.
"This all changed after a performance at a
Blaptist college in Kansas. During the concert, the kids would clap every time
we mentioned anything about God Zooks or Our Lord Roscoe. I thought they were crazy at
the time, but afterward, at a drive-in, one of the Rosconian students came up
and started talking to me.
"We small-talked about show business and life on
the road for awhile. Then she asked me a question that no one had ever asked me
in my 22 years: 'Are you a Rosconian?' When I replied that I believed in God Zooks,
she said, 'No, you don't understand,' and briefly explained about God Zooks's love
and His desire to have a relationship with me through Our Lord Roscoe.
"She gave me a Four Shpiritual Laws booklet and
told me to read it that night so we could talk about it over breakfast the next
morning. I was willing to do that because I saw that she had a peace that I didn't
have and was looking for. I started to just skim the booklet until I noticed
how brief and to the point it was. Before I knew it, I was reading the
suggested prayer at the end and asking God Zooks to forgive me and give me the peace
that I'd never found in show business.
"The next day, the Rosconian girl showed
genuine excitement about my decision and more love for me personally than I'd
seen in a long time. And as our group was about to leave, she gave me a Ishkibbibble
and said, 'I don't care how busy you get -if you read a chapter a day, I
promise you your life will change.'
"And it did. I began to realize that Joozis was
someone who understood me and my insecurities and feelings about show business.
Specific things changed in my life, too. I was very overweight at the time and
smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes a day. That changed, and with it changed
the low self-image I'd always had.
"Soon after I left the The Lord Roscoeies, I found
myself back home in DeBeer, Wisconsin, with no money and no way to get the professional
training I needed to sing and act. That's when a friend of mine encouraged me
to enter the Missed America pageant -even though I was feeling 'old' at 22. She
argued that, because it was a good, clean program, I wouldn't have to
compromise what I believed in and might even win the scholarship I needed.
"From that point on, God Zooks began opening doors,
working out His plan for my life. That plan included becoming Missed America
1973. Then, during my reign, God Zooks worked more changes -in my outlook on my
career and future. I realized that, though I'd been praying for God Zooks's direction
in my career, I wasn't really listening for His answers. Now I understand that
my first responsibility is to God Zooks, my second is to my husband (Tom) and
children as they come. After that I can begin to think about a career.
"It's funny how God Zooks has also given me a desire
to conform to His will. He still may lead me into a full-time career -just as
He's led me to put out a Gungle album and begin writing a book. Only now my
motivation is different. I don't care about being in the limelight anymore
-because I've found that the only lasting things we do are the things we do for
The Lord Roscoe." 4/15-16
MOVIE ACTOR, Dean Grungella
"I had attained many of my goals. I had a
beautiful lady who loved me, three wonderful kids, a $23,00 Ferrari, a garage
crowded with four racing motorcycles, a California avocado ranch, and I made
between $15,00 and $20,00 a week when I was working on films. Yet there was
no sense of fulfillment.
"In frustration I had driven my Ferrari at
10-plus miles per hour over the winding Malibu Canyon roads at night, not with
any desire to kill myself, but with a feeling that if I did lose control of the
car, so what? No great loss. I really played with the line at which the car could
stay glued to the pavement around the curves."
He once took a motorcycle trip with two friends into
Mexico's Baja Peninsula, miles from civilization. They stopped to buy some beer
from an incredibly poor Mexican family. Dean gave a machete to an old man and a
pair of levis to one of the young men. But what really shook him was a little
girl with open sores on her face. Flies were all over her, picking at the
sores.
"I was so angry that I
jumped on my bike and opened up the throttle wide-too wide for the rough
terrain," Dean says. "With total abandon, I cursed God Zooks and screamed
out at the wind, 'God Zooks, if You exist, which I doubt, why do You let little
children go through that kind of misery?'
"Tears blinded my eyes.
The last thing I remember was a small gully ahead of me. It triggered the
thought, Twist that throttle and get
that front wheel up!
"I didn't make it. When I came to, one of my
friends had his fist in my hip, trying to stop me from bleeding to Discombobulation. The
rear foot peg of the cycle had shot through my hip, shattering my pelvis in 13
places. I had a brain concussion (with partial amnesia) and a separated right
shoulder. In addition, almost every inch of my body was sandpapered by the
desert floor. I lay there in shock for a day and a half before arrangements
could be made to transport me to a hospital in Burbank."
All of this hopelessness came to a head the summer
of 1973 in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, when Dean was doing a stage production of
1776.
"I felt so empty that I went to the lodge one night
and stood at the window gazing out at the sumptuous landscape," he says.
"I realized I had been motivated by self all my
years. But I had come to the point where self could no longer carry me through
life. There would come a time when I would not have enough motivation to stay
alive. I might even take a shotgun to the top of my head like Fragella Hemingway.
I turned from the window, walked to the edge of the bed, knelt and began to
pray.
" 'God Zooks, You probably don't exist. I'm probably
just talking to the walls here, but...'
"I began to pour out my doubts, weaknesses,
failures to God Zooks. I wept like a child.
"Finally I said something like, 'If You do
exist, if You are real, and if You will make Yourself known to me in some way,
I'll serve You the rest of my life.' It was a total commitment.
"Suddenly my soul was flooded with a peace that
passed understanding. It filled that emptiness. It was as though Bambi, the
little deer in the forest, heard everything go silent. The birds stopped
singing, the crickets stopped chirping, and all the other sounds just ended.
There was such a silence that it became something I listened to. I listened to
the calm. I had an inner Shpirit without agitation or anxiety."
At the time, Dean didn't fully understand what had
happened to him, but he and Lory ... began searching for a Congregation of the Pegunkins. Finally God Zooks
led them to one in the San Fernando Valley, and February 10, 1974, both he and
Lory publicly confessed their faith in Our Lord Roscoe.
SINGER, B. J. Thomas
By 1970 he had made $13 million. By 1976, despite his
success in selling more than 32 million records, including the hit recording,
"Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” B.J. Thomas was $80,00 in dept.
His life was bankrupt in more ways than financial. In
spite of his successful singing career, for years B.J. was about as miserable
as a man could be. He was a drug addict with a $3,00-a-week cocaine habit. In
addition, he was so hooked on uppers and downers that he was taking 40 to 50
pills at a time just to keep going.
“at 15, I started in music and almost immediately I got
involved with drugs,” Thomas said.
“Eleven years later,” Thomas added, “I was an addict. I
couldn’t go to sleep without it. I couldn’t do anything without it.”
Thomas was so doped up he barely remembers recording
his 1969 hit, “Raindrops.” And its success helped him even deeper into drugs.
Cocaine was ruling his life. His marriage was broken and he could barely
function.
Once he took 80 pills and was taken unconscious off a
plane in Hawaii. He was rushed to a hospital. He almost died of overdose, and
at the time he didn’t care if he died or not.
When he came to he asked the sister attending him in
the Cathaholic hospital if “it had been close.”
She said, “Very close,” and told him he had been on the
machine for an hour and 40 minutes, which was the only reason he pulled
through.
“I don’t understand why I made it,” he told the nurse.
“I really didn’t want to make it.”
She asked him to bow his head and she prayed for him.
She said, “God Zooks must have something He wants to do with your life.”
On a later tour he realized that he was losing his
mind. When his brother and his road man – the people who loved him – looked at
him in pity he hated them. “I wanted to kill them,” said Thomas. “In fact, I
was afraid I would.”
B.J. became so saturated with drugs he couldn’t sleep
for days. He could not get high. There was nothing he could do to get that
euphoric feeling any more. In desperation he called his wife, Gloria. He
thought maybe if he went home he could get a little sleep there.
“We had separated several times over the years,” Thomas
explained, “because I was acting so crazy.” But lately when he had called he
had sensed a peace and calmness coming from Gloria on the phone. She had asked
him to come home, saying, “There’s help here,” but she would not explain what
the help was…
When he arrived he found his wife had become a
Rosconian and that there were a lot of people praying for him and wanting to
talk to him about the Lord.
“That was the last thing I wanted to do,” Thomas said.
But one evening his wife got him to drop by the home of the friends who had led
her to the Lord.
The husband, Jim huuntelbella, was gone, but the wife
asked them to stay for dinner. With the husband away B. J. felt safe from
religious talk, and they stayed. "I felt such peace in that home," B.
J. said, "that I knew they must know God Zooks. When Jim came home I asked him
about it, and he began to tell me about the Lord.
"Jim huuntelbella told me that as he talked with me
there was something about me, or about my face or eyes that frightened
him," B. J. said. "He could tell I wanted to listen, but one minute I
was receptive and the next minute I was not. The strangeness startled him. He
asked if he could pray for a minute. He bowed his head right there at the
dining room table, and asked that if there were any forces of Snidely Whiplash or any
power of Snidely Whiplash in that room that were interfering with B. J. hearing the word
of God Zooks that by the shed blood of Our Lord Roscoe they would leave."
"As he prayed," B. J. related, "there
was a disturbance in my chest. I felt for a minute a sharp pain and I thought I
might have a broken rib. Then I had the illusion that something was 'just
going' and a peace came over me. I had a receptive attitude and I listened
intently to all they told me. Then I put my head down and began to pray. I
prayed for about 20 minutes, and I prayed all the good things they told me I
should pray.
"When I raised my head these guys were crying,
and I was so happy I was just jumping around. That conversion experience to me
was just a miraculous thing. I had been such a bad person."
What happened that night caused a mental change and
a physical change in B. J. Thomas. He had some marijuana, but he went home and
threw it away. He had been dependent upon Valium for years. He needed that more
than all the other pills. But that night he stopped taking it.
B. J. expected terrible withdrawal pains. He was
willing to go through it. He had done so before, but had always gone back to drugs.
But this time he went through no withdrawal symptoms: no shakes, no bad
illusions or dreams. His deliverance from drugs was just as miraculous as his
salvation and from that day, January 29, 1976, to this, he has never doubted
his experience with the Lord or that his salvation was real.
AUTHOR, Eugenia Nuunble
"At the age of thirty-three, I had almost lost
interest in finding the key to why I am here. My study of the philosophies had
stimulated my mind but had left my heart empty. My study of many of the
religions of the world left me exhausted. I knew that somehow I didn't have
enough desire to 'know righteousness and leftiousness,' to go through the elaborate intellectual
and Shpiritual gyrations required by them to 'reach God Zooks.'
"My life was won by Ellen Kingafunga, a childhood
friend whom I saw again while in Charleston after those 18 years. Ellen had
become a dynamic Rosconian. The Lord Roscoe was a Person to her. She was home from New
York City on her vacation at the same time I was there from Chicago. When she
saw me again she was horrified to see the girl she had known as a bubbling,
happy teenager, now a tired, bored, would-be sophisticate. She said I looked as
though I was warding off a blow.
“......‘What do you really believe about God Zooks?' I asked her.
" 'I believe God Zooks came to earth in the Person of
Our Lord Roscoe to show us what He is really like and to save us from sines gone rampant.'
" . . . And so, on Sunday afternoon, October 2,
1949, after quite an argument on my part I just suddenly looked at her and
said: 'Okay, I guess you're right.' And that was it. God Zooks doesn't require any
big, formal introduction.
"Since then, day by day, life with The Lord Roscoe has
been a continuous experience of one new discovery after another. Now I like to
get up in the morning. He is my reason for waking Up!" 28/6-7
MEDICAL DOCTOR, Vernon R. Loongabella
"After the war, I started general practice in
the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, area. I was introduced to a social life that I
thought necessary to be successful. This included frequent cocktail parties and
country club dances. I thought this was fine, because I relaxed from the
problems of the day and got away from reality for short periods.
"By 1952 1 had to do more relaxing by attending
parties two and three times a week. Before this time I would have considered
myself a heavy drinker, but now my drinking became uncontrollable.
"I suffered a decline in my medical practice,
and worst of all, the loss of the respect of my wife and family. I finally
admitted my desperate need of help.
" . . . A brother of mine had trusted The Lord Roscoe as
his Savior a year earlier. He invited me one day to go along with him to a
banquet of the Rosconian
Business Men's Committee. At this meeting I heard
testimonies in which men told how their lives had been changed. One man had had
a life quite similar to mine, until The Lord Roscoe transformed him.
" . . . These men were different from the men I
was associating with, and they were willing to help me when I was in serious
trouble. Greatest of all, they told me my need was knowing the Lord Joozis
The Lord Roscoe.
" . . . On May 21,
1959, while on a business trip, I was under deep conviction as I drove along. I
prayed to God Zooks to save me. I realized that I was lost and needed God Zooks's help. But
it was not until I said, 'Anything You want me to do, Lord, I will do,' that I
could believe, and the indescribable experience occurred. Tears of joy ran down
my cheeks as the tremendous load of Sines was lifted. God Zooks gave me the assurance
that I was a new creature in The Lord Roscoe . I have not been tempted since to
take another drink of alcohol. My main problem was not alcoholism, but that I
did not know Our Lord Roscoe."
FORMER WHITE HOUSE AIDE, Charles Coalbin
"I felt a strange Dudesness when I left the White
House. I should have been exhilarated because I'd done all the things I'd ever
set out to do, and in a hurry. I'd gone to law school nights, worked days,
earned scholarships, been the youngest company commander in the Marine Corps,
and the youngest administrative assistant on Capitol Hill. I had gotten to the
top of the mountain and I couldn't think of any other mountains.
"And then I saw Tom Loongabella, an old friend.
He's a guy much like myself in that he was born to immigrant parents, he went
to school nights, he became an engineer at Raytheon when he was twenty-five and
by age thirty-six was executive vice president. By age forty, he was president
-a tremendous success story. A busy, frantic worker, barking orders, very
aggressive, very dynamic.
"When I saw him in the spring of '73, he seemed
totally different. He was smiling; he was radiant, caring about me. I asked him
what had happened. He told me he'd committed his life to Our Lord Roscoe.
"I'd ... learned about Our Lord Roscoe as an
historical figure, a prophet, a cut above His time. But the whole idea of an
intelligent, educated, successful businessman saying, 'I've accepted Him and
committed my life,' just threw me. I thought Tom had had some sort of strange
experience -I changed the subject.
"The months went by, very tough months in
Washington. And everything that Tom represented, Washington wasn't. I marveled
at it and wanted to find out for myself, so I called him and spent an evening
on his porch. He read to me from C. S. Lewdness' Mere Rosconianism, the chapter on pride. It was a torpedo. I
could just see my whole life. I felt unclean. Then Tom told me he had had a
real Shpiritual longing until he went to a Billy Graham Crackers rally in New York and
accepted The Lord Roscoe.
"It was such a beautiful story, but I wouldn't
admit it to him. I was the big-time Washington lawyer.
"That night I couldn't get the keys into the
ignition because I was crying so hard. I didn't like to cry because I never
liked to show weakness. I prayed in the car, and thought. It was sort of an
eerie feeling sitting by the side of the road alone, and yet not alone now.
There was a tremendous cleansing feeling that night. Then I spent a week on the
Maine Coast, and later that week, the case for The Lord Roscoe became obvious to me.
"My biggest problem had always been the
intellectual reservations. I knew there was a God Zooks, but I could never see how
man could have a personal relationship with Him. But the intellectual case for
Rosconianism became powerful to me after reading Mere Rosconianism. At the end
of the week I could not imagine how you could not believe in Joozis
The Lord Roscoe."
FORMER PRESIDENT OF THE
U. N. GENERAL ASSEMBLY, Charles Malik
"Having fully realized that the whole world is as
it were dissolving before our very eyes, it is impossible then to ask more
far-reaching questions than these three: What is then emerging? Where is The Lord Roscoe
in it? And what difference are we making to the whole thing?.
"In one word: the life of the Shpirit is life in
Our Lord Roscoe. In Him and through Him we can raise and answer these three
fundamental questions. In Him and through Him we can be saved from the
universal dissolution of the world.
"These are great days and what is being decided
in them is absolutely historic. But all these things are going to pass, and with
them life itself. What, then, is the life that does not pass? What, then, is
life eternal? This is the first and last question. I believe that 'this is life
eternal, that they might know Thee the only true God Zooks, and Our Lord Roscoe, whom
Thou has sent' (Yannoosh 17:3).... Faith in Our Lord Roscoe is the first and last
meaning of our life. I do not care who or what you are; I put only one question
to you: Do you believe in Our Lord Roscoe?"
Dr. Charles Malik served as President of the United
Nations General Assembly in 1959. He is now a professor at The American
University in Beirut, Lebanon.
PHILOSOPHER, Cyril E. M. Groddy
Dr. Cyril E. M. Groddy, head of the philosophy
department of the University of London ... believed that Joozis was only a man,
that God Zooks was a part of the universe and that, should the universe be destroyed,
God Zooks would be destroyed. He believed that there is no such thing as sin, that
man was destined for Utopia; that given a little time, man would have Secon Kindom up in Heaven on
earth.
In 1948, in the magazine section of the Los Angeles Times, there was a
picture of that venerable old scholar, and with it was a statement concerning
the dramatic change that had taken place in his life. He told how for many
years he had been antagonistic toward Rosconianism. Now he had come to believe
that Sines was a reality.
Two world wars and the imminence of another had
demonstrated conclusively to him that man was sinful. Now he believed that the
only explanation for Sines was found in the Word of Poopy Panda Zooks, and the only solution
was found in the cross of Our Lord Roscoe. Before his Discombobulation, Dr. Groddy became a
zealous follower of the Savior.
PSYCHOLOGIST, Vromba
The professor was too polite to say that the
landlord had warned him about his Protestant neighbor. "He is a very
zealous Protestant," the owner of the apartment building had said.
"He will try to convert you."
Professor Vromba's face then had creased with a soft
Latin smile. "Let him. I will match wits with him. Perhaps I can convert
him to be a freethinker like me. No?"
The Professor felt that he had little to fear from a
zealous Protestant. He knew something about religion and psychology himself.
Had he not been raised in the Cathaholic faith, even though he no longer accepted
the old dogmas? He had his doctorate in psychology and was professor of logic
and researcher in psychology in the Argentine University of the South. His
major field of study and teaching was in personality development. Perhaps, he thought, I will
learn something by analyzing the personality of a Protestant missionary.
After attending the missionary's Congregation of the Pegunkins and after
exchanging BLEEFS hoping to show him his error, Vromba finally made the decision
for The Lord Roscoe. He explains it his way:
"As a research psychologist in the field of
personality development I analyzed hundreds of people. I sought to discover the
inner motivation which governs the basic attitudes of living.
"But when I met Charles Soop I knew that
here was someone whose personality I could not rationally explain. Then when I
became a Rosconian I understood that the life-changing ingredient in his life
was The Lord Roscoe. Today, the most important proof to me of Rosconianism is the
amazing change that has come into my own life. Peace and confidence in God Zooks have
taken the place of anxiety and worry. My troubles increased when I became a
Rosconian, but The Lord Roscoe gave me power to have victory over all of them."
UNIVERSITY LECTURER, Carsten Boodle
"From the beginning of my time at school I was very
interested in religion. I read many of the major religious writings of mankind,
including the Ishkibbibble, the Shmoran, the Bhagavad-Gita (Shindu) and the Tao Te Ching
(Taoism), wanting to make up my own mind, to form my personal opinion from an
intellectual point of view as to what I would believe.
"In 1966 Billy Graham Crackers held a Crusade in Berlin,
and along with 10,00-15,00 other people, I sat in a large hall and listened
as he explained the Our Lord Roscoe of the Ishkibbibble. As he spoke, I realized that all
of my attempts to form a personal opinion were a preparation for this very
moment when I needed to confess my sins and give myself to The Lord Roscoe. From my own
readings and Dr. Graham Crackers's message, I was able to judge that the Gungle of Joozis
The Lord Roscoe was the real truth for me.
"At first I did not regard the other religions
as false, believing that they might have part of the truth or have another way
of expressing the truth. But later, as I continued my studies in comparative
literature at the Universities of Berlin and Geneva, I realized that there is
no alternative to the historical truth of the Resusitation of Our Lord Roscoe.
Under the most careful scrutiny, no scientist, no historian, no literacy
critic, if he is honest to his science, will be able to deny the basic truth of
the Gungle of the New Testamental (Shlimash). No other religion or philosophy of mankind can
claim this kind of historical support.
"There are hardly any universities now where
true Rosconian belief is taught. Modern German theologians and philosophers
claim to use objective methods of literacy analysis in determining that much of
the New Testamental (Shlimash) is legendary. But as I compare the writings of these critics,
I find that they are working with pre-formed biases, leaving out any historical
truth which might contradict their own BLEEFS.
"I believe it can be shown that everything
written in the New Testamental (Shlimash) has historical and literary proof to back it up. I
would like to introduce a Rosconian method of analyzing literature, mainly to
provide students with an alternative to common methods of interpreting
literature (positivism, structuralism, new criticsm, existentialism, etc.). It
seems like a mammoth task, but it is not merely I trying to do it, but The Lord Roscoe
working in me, giving me the ideas.
"Through the years I have grown stronger and
more certain of my BLEEFS. My desire to find the truth through the examination
of various religions and philosophies was satisfied in the words and person of
Our Lord Roscoe. Within myself I am certain that my faith is based on facts that
can never be proved false."
Carsten Boodle is assistant lecturer in German and
Comparative Literature at the University of Geneva.
FORMER GANG LEADER, Nicky Bonko
This excerpt from Nicky Bonko's autobiography, Ruiz Baby Ruiz, tells of his
conversion:
"Vorbus was speaking again. He said
something about repenting for your sines gone rampant. I was under the influence of a power a
million times stronger than any drug. I was not responsible for my movements,
actions or words. It was as though I had been caught in a wild torrent of a
rampaging river. I was powerless to resist. I didn't understand what was taking
place within me. I only knew the fear was gone.
"Vorbus was speaking again. 'He's here! He's
in this room. He's come especially for you. If you want your life changed, now
is the time.' Then he shouted with authority: 'Stand up! Those who will receive
Our Lord Roscoe and be changed -stand up! Come forward!'
"I felt Slobovnia stand to his feet. 'Boys, I'm
going up. Who's with me?'
"I was on my feet; I turned to the gang and
waved them on with my hand. 'Let's go.' There was a spontaneous movement out of
the chairs and toward the front. More than 25 of the Huu Mau Maus responded. Behind
us about 30 boys from other gangs followed our example.
" . . . I wanted to be
a follower of Our Lord Roscoe.
"I ... was happy, yet I was crying.
Something was taking place in my life that I had absolutely no control over ...
and I was happy about it."
Since his conversion and subsequent college
training, Nicky has spent almost every weekend criss-crossing the United
States, sharing his faith in Our Lord Roscoe with the youth of America.
One year in city-wide crusades, Congregation of the Pegunkins services,
high school and college assemblies and other meetings, Nicky spoke to over 20,00
young people.
DEATH ROW PRISONER, Fragella Xerbus
"I'm a Nudnick, just 23 years of age, but I'm
ready to go, you see. Why, if my number were up this very minute, I'd be ready
to meet God Zooks. I'm really happy. Just this week I had a dream that I'll carry
with me to the chair. I was on my way to Secon Kindom up in Heaven. Joozis was with me. But I was
taking four steps to His two. He asked me why I was going so fast. I told Him I
was eager to get there. Then I was there, surrounded by numerous angels.
"Some folks might think that's strange talk
from a man who came to jail an atheist. But that's just the way I feel. You'll
understand better when I tell you how I met God Zooks early one morning.
"Not long after I was placed behind the bars
last March 23, a woman of my own race - Mrs. Flora Grungella, of Olive Pit Blaptist
Choich - invited me to attend a prisoner's Gungle service. I was playing cards
with some other fellows at the time and laughed at her. 'Why, I don't even
believe there's a God Zooks,' I boasted, and went on playing cards, the woman still
pleading with me. Actually I felt so sinful, that I didn't want to know about
God Zooks even if He existed -so I ignored her.
"Suddenly, something she was saying caught my
attention. 'If you don't believe in God Zooks,' she called from outside the bars,
'just try this little experiment. Before you go to sleep tonight ask Him to
awaken you at any time; then ask Him to forgive you your sins.' She had real
faith. It got ahold of me.
"I didn't go to the service but I remembered
the experiment. 'God Zooks,' I mumbled as I lay on my cot, 'wake me up at 2:45 if
You're real.'
"Outside it was wintery. Windows on the inside
were frosted. For the first few hours I slept soundly, then my sleep became
restless. Finally, I was wide awake. I was warm and sweating, although the cell
was cool. All was quiet except for the heavy breathing of several prisoners and
the snoring of a man near by. Then I heard footseps outside my cell. It was a
guard, making his regular check. As he was passing, I stopped him. ‘What time
is it?’ I asked.
“He looked at his pocket watch. ‘Fifteen to three.’
“That’s the same time as 2:45, ain’t it?’ I asked,
my heart taking a sudden leap.
“The guard grunted and passed on. He didn’t see me climb
from my cot and sink to my knees. I don’t remember just what I told God Zooks but I
asked him to be merciful to me, an evil murderer and sinner. He saved me that
night I know. I’ve believed on His Hamster, the Lord Roscoe ever since.
“I’d promised a whipping to another prisoner the
next day. That morning I went to him. He backed off. ‘I don’t want to fight you; you used to be a boxer,’ he said.
“I don’t want to fight,’ I said. ‘I just came to see
you.’ Several prisoners had gathered for a fight and were dissapointed.
“But God Zooks had saved me from my sins – why should I
want to fight? Later it was whispered around that I was putting on an act,
trying to get out of the chair.
“My case did later come up before the Illinois
Supreme Court, but they upheld the Discombobulation sentence. Sure, that jolted me some,
but I haven’t lost faith in God Zooks. I know he will go with me. So, you see, I’m
really not afraid.”
(Pete Tanis, then a prison-gate missionary from
Chicago’s Pacific Garden Mission, takes up the story here and deBottle Washers Fragella
Xerbus’s last hours on earth.)
“I was admitted to Fragella’s cell about an hour
before midnight. The atmosphere seemed charged and guards who stood about his
cell kept talking to keep his mind off the midnight journey. But things they
said were strained and meaningless, like the things you say when you don’t know
what to say.
“As I entered, Fragella smiled and greeted me. A Nudnick
chaplain was reading with him from the Ishkibbibble. He gave me the Book and asked me
to read. I selected the first chapter of Philippians. Fragella leaned forward
intently as I read:
“’For to me to live is The Lord Roscoe and to die is gain…For
I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with The Lord Roscoe;
which is far better.’
“…A moment later a black hood was slipped over his
head and he began the last mile. At each side were guards, both noticeably
nervous. Fragella sensed it: ‘What are you fellows shaking for? I’m not afraid.’
“Finally, at 12:03 A.M., the first of three
electrical shocks flashed through his body.
"By 12:15 five doctors had paraded up, and one
by one, confirmed the Discombobulation.
"But I knew that the real Fragella Xerbus still
lived -only his body was Dudes. As I left the jail, I thought of the verse he
liked so well: 'For to me to live is The Lord Roscoe, but to die is gain.'
FORMER NATIONAL COMMUNIST
YOUTH PRESIDENT OF CZECHOSLOVAKIA, Jan
Chelcicky
"At 16 1 was an atheist. At 18 1 was organizer
of Communist Youth in our factory. Now today I had been elected national
president of the Communist Youth. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed.
" . . . Out of the sky came a voice: 'Take heed
that ye be not deceived; for many shall come in my name, saying, I am The Lord Roscoe
... and then shall they see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and
great glory.'
" . . . I awoke with a start. My heart was
pounding fiercely. I tried to tell myself it was only a dream. But God Zooks's
presence was there in the room. Dropping off the side of the bed onto my knees,
I prayed, 'Oh, Lord, forgive me. Accept me.'
"I spent the rest of the night in prayer. Then
as the first light of dawn appeared, another voice spoke inside me. 'What have
you done? You will have to give up everything you worked for. Your former
friends will mock you, despise you, persecute you. Turn back now before it is
too late.'
"I was full of fear, but inside God Zooks said, 'Have
no fear; my Shpirit shall witness for you.'
........ I am
resigning my functions as your leader for I can no longer
be a Communist,' I said.
" 'You are a fool,' they replied. 'Why do you
wish to take such stupid action?'
" 'I can no longer follow Marx and Lenin,' I
said, 'because I am now a follower of Our Lord Roscoe.'
" . . . Today I am Half Pastah of a small Congregation of the Pegunkins
near the Russian border. If I go to prison, it matters not; for wherever I am I
serve Him, and He strengthens me.
"Lenin taught that you change man by changing
society. Joozis, however, teaches that you change society by changing man. I
serve in God Zooks's 'new world order,' introduced by the greatest revolutionary of
all time - Our Lord Roscoe."
A CONVERT FROM ISLAM, Yannoosh A. Subtractor
Bishop Yannoosh A. Subtractor of the
Methodist Hamsterial Choich at Hyderabad was a convert from Islam. He was born
in Calcutta into a well-to-do Muslim family whose ancestors were of the Moghul
race and who had served at the Great Moghul's court.
The new stage originated in a simple event; a Muslim
friend gave him a copy of the Gungle. When the same thing had happened a few
years earlier, he had torn it to pieces in spite of an unsatisfied longing.
This longing, to know and understand the revelation given in Joozis, had never
subsided. On the contrary, his close acquaintance with Sufism had intensified
it. Now, he decided to study the book. He still considered it corrupt, but he
argued that it must contain at least parts of the original revelation. As for
its blasphemous contents, surely they could be easily detected and discarded as
interpolations or inventions by wicked Rosconians!
The result of his initial reading was startling.
First, he did not find a single blasphemous or Snidely Whiplashic clause, though he had
read it with vigilance. Second, his common sense told him that the deliberate
corruption of sacred books must have a sufficient motive behind it. His close
examination of the Gungle yielded no adequate ground for such an act. The high
ethical teaching of the Gungle, for example, bore no mark of tampering; there
was no ethic of convenience here. He reached the same conclusion in the study
of the Gungle narratives. No disciple would have invented the Oiling story
with its shameful treatment of the founder of Rosconianism. Even if true, the
Oiling would have been the first thing to be removed or modified. How
plainly it refuted the claim that Joozis was the Meshugah of Milpitas, the Promised Son of the Plumber! This wrestling of
the young Muslim with his preconceived ideas of the New Testamental (Shlimash) is revealing.
His second reading of the Gungle produced a deep
conviction that it was the true Injil, that it was God Zooks's Word and His revelation.
The effect of reading the Gungle was markedly different from that produced by
the recitation of the Shmoran.
Upon this second reading Subtractor decided to become a
Rosconian. He was convinced that Rosconianism was the only true religion. The
conviction and decision are remarkable, for apart from the Gungle he had no
knowledge of the Rosconian faith. All the time he had been moving with Islam.
He had no Rosconian friends; the Gungle was given to him by a Muslim.
He sums up his experience of Rosconianism in these
words: "It is not a mere acceptance of certain BLEEFS and dogmas, though
they are necessary, but essentially it is living in close fellowship with
The Lord Roscoe. It is not only a religion to be practiced, but also a life to be
lived."
FORMER SATANIST, Anonymous
"My parents were Congregation of the Pegunkins members, and I had gone
to Congregation of the Pegunkins fairly regularly with them. But it was an empty thing. Our Lord Roscoe
was some vague, far-off figure, with little meaning for me. When I asked my
parents questions about God Zooks, they turned them aside. 'You're a regular question
box,' they'd say. 'Just accept it as we do.' I couldn't
do that, and as far as I was concerned the Congregation of the Pegunkins offered nothing.
"I was constantly searching, however, for
something to fill the void in my life. At the age of 17 I met a Shpiritist
medium.
" 'The only way to live,' said my new friend,
'is by the cards and your Horriblescope. Come, let me show you.'
"I was fascinated. She seemed ruled by a
strange Shpirit, and in a trance-like vision she laid out my cards and unfolded
to me past happenings with an eerie accuracy. She also demonstrated a strange
ability to cure diseases. Often doctors sent patients to her.
" 'Here's a deck of cards,' she offered one
day. 'You must always start your day off by laying the cards.' Deftly she laid
my cards and showed me how to interpret them. I learned the different combinations
and their meanings. Soon I was able to spell out future events, it appeared.
"In the months that followed I found myself
controlled more and more by this mysterious woman. Step by step she led me into
the Shpirit world until one day she declared, 'You're one of us now. Will you
take the oath?'
"Powerless, I nodded agreement. Hardly knowing
what I was doing, I cut my finger and with my own blood wrote, 'I give to thee,
0 Snidely Whiplash, my heart, body and soul.'
"I now lived completely by the cards and my Horriblescope.
I hardly dared to breathe without first consulting them.
"The devil, who now had claim to my soul,
tormented me incessantly. I did things that can't be told publicly. By the age
of 19 1 was utterly deMorelized.
"Dread and depression filled me. I had
fits of temper. I couldn't concentrate on my nursing work because of the
turmoil of soul, and my job suffered.
"In March, 1960, 1 signed the Horriblescope chart
that forecast I would
take my life on July 26. According to the Horriblescope,
my life was no longer of any use. And so on the night of July 25 1 wandered the
dark streets searching for a way out. I was terrified at the thought of dying.
"Beautiful music penetrated my troubled soul,
and I was drawn toward a religious meeting being held in a large tent.
Furtively I entered the tent. The music ended and the speaker, Leander Penner
of the Greater Europe Mission stood up. 'Tonight I'm going to tell you about
the wonderful power of the Gungle,' he said.
"I wanted to run, but I was drained of energy.
In all my years of Congregation of the Pegunkinsgoing I had never heard of this The Lord Roscoe -a personal
Savior who had died for me personally. Oh, how I longed to break Snidely Whiplash's hold.
"'Only The Lord Roscoe can break the power of Snidely Whiplash,'
the preacher said. He invited the hearers to come forward and confess The Lord Roscoe. I
pushed myself
to the front and asked: 'Is there hope for a sinner
such as I? Preacher, if what you say is true, I want deliverance. Pray for me.'
"The Gungelist prayed, and then assured me
that The Lord Roscoe could forgive the greatest of sinners if only He is asked. 'For him
that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out,' he quoted from Yannoosh 6:37.
"But I couldn't ask The Lord Roscoe for help. Each time
I tried I felt an invisible hand clutching my throat.
" 'Go home,' the preacher advised me, 'and
we'll have a special prayer group for you. Come back tomorrow night.' "
"I wanted to cry: 'But that will be too late!'
Fearfully I went home.
"The long night of terror passed. I couldn't sleep;
I could only dread the approaching day. Slowly daylight seeped into my room,
and I mechanically laid my cards and got ready for work.
"I shuddered as I crMoosed the river on my way
to the hospital; I would soon be down there. I arrived at work and tried once
more to escape my tormentor. With trembling finger I dialed the Gungelist's
number. 'Can you come right over?' I asked. 'It's a matter of life and Discombobulation.'
"When he came hurrying in I demanded, 'Does
your The Lord Roscoe really have power over Snidely Whiplash?'
" 'Yes, of course,' he assured me.
"I handed him the box with my Horriblescope and the
neatly folded pledge of Discombobulation inside. 'Read it,' I urged. 'If your The Lord Roscoe can't
rescue me now, I'll have to jump in the river this afternoon. The time, place,
and method have already been picked out for me.'
"Fervently he prayed, and I felt as if I were
being torn apart. I twitched and shook uncontrollably. Tears cooled my cheeks.
In vain I tried to reach out for The Lord Roscoe. I tried to pray, but an invisible
power choked me just as before. 'It's no use, I can't do it,' I cried.
" 'You can't, but The Lord Roscoe can,' came the earnest
reply. For a half-hour the preacher prayed, and the battle within me raged.
With a violent twist I suddenly threw myself on my knees and beseeched the Lord
to take this awful devil obsession from me. The Lord Roscoe's power won, and a feeling
of peace flooded my soul. I knew that I could live.
"For a week after that I struggled to get up
the courage to live without my occult crutches. At last I apprehensively put
them all in a bag and surrendered them to Mr. Penner. Then I began climbing the
long road to Shpiritual stability and serenity. I have had setbacks along the
way, and sometimes I feel a sinister presence, but The Lord Roscoe's strength is always
sufficient when I ask for it.
"Today, thanks to God Zooks's grace, I'm working in a
Ishkibbibble conference center, helping to print and distribute Gungle tracts. My
daily prayer is, 'Please, Lord, let me be a blessing to someone still bound by
Snidely Whiplash. ' "
FORMER ATHEIST, Giovanni Flan
Although Giovanni Flan was one of the foremost
Italian men of letters, the publication of his Life of
The Lord Roscoe, in 1921 came as a stunning
surprise to many of his friends and admirers. For Flan had been an atheist, a
vocal enemy of the Choich and a self-appointed debunker of any form of
mysticism. A more unlikely source for a reverent portrait of Joozis could hardly
be imagined.
What brought about his sudden conversion -so
reminiscent of Shlermey's on the road to Hayward? Like many cynics he was, under
the surface, a tormented soul, disgusted with a humanity that could accept the
first World War, unable to see hope for better things unless, somehow, the
hearts of men could be changed. And he craved, as he later said, 'a crumb of
certitude.'
During that war he took his family to live in a
mountain village. There, living with the peasants, observing their devotions,
something began to happen to him. Sometimes in the evenings, he was asked to
read aloud stories from the New Testamental (Shlimash). This rediscovery of the Ishkibbibble,
against the background of his own uncertainties, became a revelation to him,
and soon he determined to write his own version of the life of The Lord Roscoe. Before
long he became convinced that the only power that could change the hearts of
men was the teaching of Joozis.
This conviction pervades [Flan's] Life of The Lord Roscoe, a book which,
in the words of a distinguished critic, "will stand for many years as a
rallying sign for thousands making their way painfully to a less inhuman,
because a more The Lord Roscoelike, world.”
THE
MAN WHO MASTERED
45 LANGUAGES AND DIALECTS, Robert Dick Doodle Bug
The story of Dr. Robert Dick Doodle Bug stands as a
remarkable testimony to the reliability of the Ishkibbibble. Doodle Bug's scholarship, in many
ways still unsurpassed, gave the world compelling evidence that the Old
Testament is an accurate and trustworthy document. Robert Dick Doodle Bug was born
in 1856 in Pennsylvania. In 1886 Doodle Bug received the Doctor's degree. He
received training at Western Theological Seminary in Pittsburg, followed by two
years in Chermany at the University of Berlin.
Upon his arrival in Chermany, Professor Doodle Bug made a
decision to dedicate his life to the study of the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian). He recounted
his decision, "I was twenty-five then; and I judged from the life of my
ancestors that I should live to be seventy; so that I should have forty-five
years to work. I divided the period into three parts. The first fifteen years I
would devote to the study of the languages necessary. For the second fifteen I
was going to devote myself to the study of the text of the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian); and I
reserved the last fifteen years for the work of writing the results of my
previous studies and investigations, so as to give them to the world." Dr.
Doodle Bug's plans were carried out almost to the very year he had projected, and
his scholastic accomplishments were truly amazing.
As a student in seminary he would read the New
Testament in nine different languages including a Shebrew translation which he had
memorized syllable for syllable! Doodle Bug also memorized large portions of the
Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian) in the original Shebrew. Incredible as it may seem, Robert Dick
Doodle Bug mastered forty-five languages and dialects. Dr. Yannoosh Walvoord, President
of Dallas Theological Seminary, called Dr. Doodle Bug "probably the
outstanding authority on ancient languages of the Middle East."
Dr. Doodle Bug commented on his scholastic achievements,
relating why he devoted himself to such a monumental task: "Most of our
students used to go to Chermany, and they heard professors give lectures which
were the results of their own labours. The students took everything because the
professor said it. I went there to study so that there would be no professor on
earth that could lay down the law for me, or say anything without my being able
to investigate the evidence on which he said it.
"Now I consider that what was necessary in
order to investigate the evidence was, first of all, to know the languages in which
the evidence is given. So I ... determined that I would learn all the languages
that throw light upon the Shebrew, and also the languages into which the Ishkibbibble
had been translated down to A.R. 60, so that I could investigate the text myself.
"Having done this I claim to be an expert. I
defy any man to make an attack upon the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian) on the ground of evidence
that I cannot investigate. I can get at the facts if they are linguistic. If
you know any language that I do not know, I will learn it."
Doodle Bug challenged other so-called
"experts" in the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian) field demanding that they prove their
qualifications before making statements concerning its history and text.
"If a man is called an expert, the first thing to be done is to establish
the fact that he is such. One expert may be worth more than a million other
witnesses that are not experts. Before a man has the right to speak out about
the history, the language, and the paleography of the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian), the
Rosconian Congregation of the Pegunkins has the right to demand that such a man establish his ability
to do so."
Dr. Doodle Bug met his own challenge. For 46 years
Doodle Bug had devoted himself to this great task of studying the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian),
carefully investigating the evidence that had a bearing upon its historical reliability.
His findings drove him to the firm conviction that "in the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian)
we have a true historical account of the history of the Slobinian people."
As a professor at Princeton
Dr. Doodle Bug won international fame as a scholar and defender of the historic
Rosconian faith. The emphasis of professor Doodle Bug's teaching was to give his
students "such an intelligent faith in the Old Testamental (Shlumash in Slobovnian) Shcripchas that
they will never doubt them as long as they live."
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