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I thought this would be fun. I suspect most memories people share will be humorous and sarcastic but feel free to post any truly fond memories of the Mad Greek as well!

Here’s my first offering:

I went to a meeting when I was in kindergarten and George was the speaker. I had recently discovered I could get a reaction by sticking up my middle finger and waving it about.

Once the boredom set in during the meeting I thought I would practice my new gesture. I checked myself out in the mirror that was at the end of my row. Lookin’ good!

I caught the eye of a couple saints and waved it their way. Startled embarrassment. Yeah, baby!

Shot a quick finger to my buddy Gerrod Farlow. Gerrod had an older, wiser brother (second grade) and I knew he would have a better idea as to why I was getting such a great reaction. Gerrod stifled his laughter behind his hands as his face turned red.

Next target . . . The Man himself. Wait. Catch his eye. Wait. Wait. He’s sweeping back this way . . . Now!

Oh, sweet attention! He actually stumbled over a word!

Deeply satisfied, I turned in my seat and rested my chin on the back of the metal chair. I was staring at one of the teenage Mathias boys. I lifted the finger up to him and grinned.

Whoops. Evil glare. Not what I expected at all.

Hmm. Maybe I’d better check on this. I tugged at my mom and asked her in whispered tones, “What does this mean?”

Her eyes crossed peering at the finger hovering before her nose. Ah, there’s the reaction I had grown to love!

She shoved my hand down and stuttered something to the effect that it means someone is full of baloney.

Well, I knew that couldn’t be right, but if she wasn’t going to tell me, I wasn’t going to stop fishing for red faces and stricken looks.

I spent the rest of the meeting flipping George the bird every time he looked to my side of the room! I never got into trouble over it or heard anything else about it. Guess George spared me on that one.

What a great guy!

Scott McCumber ;D

The classic one I remember was when George was doing a wedding and went on and on for a few minutes about the groom - "Tom is like a son to me.  He has lived in my home for many years and I belive that Tom is a man of God, etc."

The groom's name is Tim.

George of course has his own set of sayings that he managed to slip into every single lecture I ever heard.  

The most common was, of course:

-"I was born in night clubs and dance halls.  It was a good pagan home.  There was no bible reading, no gospel singing in my home."

But there was also:

-"Sprint with me saints."  

-"Let's hear the breezes of heaven rustling through those pages."

Dawn, Liz, and I would count the number of times he would say these things and compare at the end of the meeting to see who caught more.  We had to be careful not to look at each other when he would tell of his childhood because we would bust up laughing.  

And there were the standard miss pronunciations:

Thimble = Thiple

Roller Coaster = Rolley Coaster

The favorite misquoted verse, "I will not leave you orphanless".

Yes..Rachel "Sprint with me " is good but when I was there He added Heavenly Footman..Wow...That was good for  a chuckel.....And Scott...I just LOL over you giving him  the Finger...He knew you were on to Him....LOL you probibly made his Day...Early on my friend and I always said..Jokenly its like the STEPFORD WIVES mens club remember the Movie theres a re-make due out soon..check the similarities...we used to say they all talk alike, dress alike,etc!!!!

Scott, you are baaad! but hilariously funny!

A couple of years ago (summer MTT to Bloomington) we were enjoying lunch together after a Sunday morning meeting and Dawn(pre-Smith) pipes up and says that one of her Dad's peeves was the way people pronounced Haggai. Some discussion ensued until someone piped up and said "Well, talk to your grandfather..."

After pre-prayer:
Rejoice in the Lord!
ALWAYS!
And again I say
REJOICE!!!!!

You know why they're called the good old days? Yeah, because they're good and gone.

You know what a rut is? It's a grave with the ends knocked out.

You don't want to leave your change on the counter now, do you?

The "sprint with me heavenly footmen" usually came after he had spent 2/3 rds of the time on his introduction and first point, and then needed to get through points 2,3, and the conclusion in the remaining 1/3rd time.  Interestingly enough JimH tended to do this too without the 'sprint with me..'

And then there was the classic where we were into 1hr 59 mins into a 2 hr meeting, and GG would finally be at his conclusion, and he'd say "I have 12 points, you want it all now don't you? You don't want to leave your change on the counter?" And everyone would muster up the strength to say "AMEN!" because we had been told to Rejoice Always just after pre-prayer.
As one brother put it "Mama Mia!"

Those were the days...
Marcia

Scott---

That was really funny!!! I could really picture
that in my mind. ;D ;D  Thanks for sharing that
with all of us. ;D

--Joe

Marcia,

How is it that you know all these classic GG'isms, when you are from Ottawa?  GG didn't have any influence there, according to the LB's.  What gives?

George couldn't have preached there enough so that people picked up on his speech peculiararities, he only came out there twice a year!

Are you sure you aren't just trying to play along?  ;)

Brent

When I was involved in the juvenile ministry, we had an opportunity where a local girls home was being driven to the Assistant league for a Bible study between the Sunday  meetings.

We were very excited as we saw this was an unprecidented open door.

This happened a week or two when suddenly, it stopped.  I believe the girls decided they didn't want to come or something and the door snapped shut.

Those of us involved was disappointed at the turn of events.  We came out of the board room of the Assistant league a bit dejected.  George was there early in the main area putting his afternoon outline on the board.

When George heard about it, he said, "Well, I knew it wouldn't last.  I didn't want to say anything.  I wanted to let you guys learn.  But, when I heard that they were coming here for a Bible Study, I said to myself right off, 'I knew it wouldn't last'"

I guess that goes down as "Great Moments in Brother George's Mentoring" as he expounded his superior insight which he had, but didn't tell us.

I sort of felt that since he knew so much, he might of given us some advice sooner.

 :-[ Well, I'm no Joe Sperling, but . . .    ;)

Wanted to do something special for my 200th post! :o

S

Correction Brent, GG visited Ottawa once a year after 1985 or so.
Nah! GG couldn't have influenced Ottawa. It's probably my daily attendance on this BB, for almost a year, that has influenced me. NOT!

Scott, do you know what trials us parents went through to make our children perform and look like little angels. I remember one meeting when BG was visiting Ottawa for some workshops or something. And there we were sitting in the basement meeting room pre-prayering our hearts before the meeting started. Everything was quiet and one of the visitors kids made some sort of noise. BG looked over at my kids and frowned. Did I ever feel ashamed and wanted to point the finger at the other kid. But I managed to hold my peace and laugh about it later.

Ottawa was definitely an 'underground' assembly. Every meeting was held in a basement meeting room.

Marcia

I am going to be out for a few days, but can't wait until Monday to get back here and read what this thread brings.

In the meantime, hopefully the Huskers will hire a football coach between now and then.  

...we'll be praying for that  ;)

Rylan

My most recent memories of George were his sneezing and blowing of his nose during seminar lectures.  I guess even he was allergic to them ;).  BTW, it was all captured on videotape in case anyone wants to watch.

I also remember times several years back when Jim Hayman used to preach.  As I recall, he was both eloquent and entertaining, even though he said nothing of any substance.  When he got into his stories, I would look at George to see his reaction.  Later, I would watch Jim's boys to see their reactions to their dad's stories.

Thankfully, I won't ever have to listen to Tim G's rambling, vowel-munching messages again.

One other thing.  As a doorkeeper in Fullerton, I was frequently assigned to watch the front door, which meant sitting out in the hallway.  Also, I often volunteered to parking lot watch, especially during Sunday afternoons and Wednesday nights.  People thought I did it because I was a gung-ho soldier for the testimony, but really I did it to get away from it all for a while and think.  Many times it was quite nice to be in the parking lot, chilling out and watching the sun set, or watching the dance of the clouds in the sky and the birds flying...

mithrandir

That's deep Marcia. That's like getting down to basements. Don't groan everybody.

George made me feel like crawling through the floor once when I struggled with the frozen orange juice container in the kitchen on Springland Drive.

George never had any influence though that's what everyone has told us.

Bye the way the Mad Cow probably came from Calgary. ;D

Yeah, I have some idea. One time my entire family had to stay in George's house. For about two weeks all I heard from my parents was how good and quiet I would have to be during our visit.

I guess the screams emanating from my little brother when I convinced him the orange soap in GG's bathroom was really orange candy were not exactly what they had in mind! ;D

Later, I was admonished both by my parents and by Betty to stay quiet while George was studying. And to definitely stay out of the hallway where his office was.

Of course, I immediately went exploring down the hallway, opening doors as I went and peeking in. I opened one and there was the Great Man himself studying at his desk (thank God that's all I saw in there ;) ). I had intruded into his den!

He stared at me. I stared at him. The wise thing would have been to quietly shut the door and go on about my business. Doing the wise thing was never an option for me. I marched straight through his study and out onto the balcony - heart pounding.

I stood out there and took in the marvelous view (he had a cool backyard) for as long as I could stand it. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. Then I turned around and walked back out, feeling his stare between my shoulder blades. I shut the door in triumph.

Not a bad day's work for a nine-year old! 8)

S

PS - Oh, how I wish I could say I flipped him the bird as I exited! Wouldn't that be sweet. :D

What Scott could not have possibly known at the time was how off limits that balcony was.  I only was allowed on it 3 times.  I once made the mistake of taking a (rare) visiting child friend out there.  I was only 11 and I was read the riot act by BG.  Which of course meant spending an hour having her purse her lips and say, "So, Rachel, what made you think you could just march through that study with a stranger?"  I am afraid the way we lived gave me very little idea of personal space and privacy and was desperately trying to figure out what I had done wrong so I could give the right answer and get out of her study/bedroom.

Rachel,
Maybe it was Scott's hair raisng experience on that balcony that made it off limits. ;) It's probably Scott's fault; he was there 12 years before you took your 'stranger' to see the view of the backyard.

Scott,
You should write a book something like 'The Secret Antics of Scott McCumber' by Scott McCumber. And don't forget to let your son read it so he can get some ideas. 8)
Don't know if you have heard of Gordon Korman, a Canadian author. His stories are hilariously funny. When my son was younger I discouraged him from reading GK's book, as my son did not need a source to feed his already active imagination.


BTW I just remembered another GG saying:
It's what you learn after you know it all that really counts.

Marcia

Marcia:

That last saying was not GG's;  he took it from Harry Truman, 33rd president of the United States.  Probably just one of many things that has credit for which no credit is due.   ::)

Matt Sciaini

I once went over to GG's home to do some secreterial work, along with his current secretary.  I was not allowed to go into his study, but I was working right near the door.  The sister stepped out of the study, and lo and behold, I saw stacks and stacks of money on the table!!  Then it hit me-NO WONDER I couldn't go in there...ok maybe I'm a little dense, but now I fully understand!!!! :o

Clarence, I have to agree with you on wanting to watch the doors or the parking lot.  Most times when HB came up for ANOP I would lend my services to either just hang out or get over to Jack-In-Da-Box for some grub.  

Also when out there had some "real" talks with other brothers and sisters about how things were going.  I will never foget the talk with Kenny Huy before he went to Seattle, he was very honest about the whole getting married scene and how controlled his situation was (did not suprise me when he left shortly after going up to Seattle).

Regarding visiting George home, went there three times, and trust me after the first time I tried to avoid going there at all, that place was very cold to me!  What happened to Rejoice in the Lord A-L-W-A-Y-S, and again I say R-E-J-O-I-C-E.    (http://www.gnjallen.com/banana.gif)

To be honest, I did learn much from Tim as when I went into the Assembly, I didn't know where the books of the Bible were.  My first Bibles studies at the beach was the end of Hebrews, then John then a year in Genesis.  

Nevertheless, I remember when Tim was preaching at CSULB and a brother was writing down notes.  I found out afterwards he wasn't writing down content but keeping track of how many times Tim used the word "tremendous".  (I think he neared 100 that afternoon if my memory serves me.)

I think every doorkeeper learns these tricks.  Dan Notti (leader of the DKs) was a master at it.  I remember once talking to him in the board room at the Assistant League (as opposed to the bored people in the other room) during an entire Wednesday night Bible study.  Lord's business, of course. ::)

I'd like to clarify something I said earlier.  When I went to GG's to help out his current secretary, I was actually seated in the conference room-where GG used to hold am Bible classes.  There was a door in the room where the secretary came in and out of to give me instructions, etc.  I'm not sure if GG's study is connected to that room or not...but, anyways...just wanted to correct myself... ;)

For some reason, the following memory popped into my mind tonight: while I was living in Fullerton back in 2000, I was having some serious doubts about the ministry, and I was not afraid to vocalize them.  One night, after getting nowhere with Tim, I called Mark Miller.  Diane answered the phone, and I asked to speak with him  in order to set up a meeting.  I heard some muffled voices in the background.  Diane comes back to the phone and tells me that Mark was not going to speak to me, and that I should go talk to Ginger.  I said, "So you mean to tell me that a leading brother is refusing to meet with me?"  I was told again, he wasn't going to talk to me-go talk to Ginger.  It was just a little while later that I moved back to SLO and left the Assembly.

Whatever happened to the leading brothers being available anytime to talk to the saints?  I guess Mark Miller was exempt from that...whatever!