On one particular Saturday, Grandpa was offended by the way the “young minister” giggled and snorted about the myth of Santa Claus. To Grandpa’s way of thinking, such shenanigans were not becoming a minister of God.
They will abandon heretical doctrines, apologize to the members and ex-members, make overtures to the Christian community, but they cannot give up the power over the people. It’s not about doctrine; it’s about power and money.
The relationship was now a traumatic one, but Leona still had no intention of deserting her family. Nor was she lingering on for (what Allan Browne would later claim in court) a “free ride.” She started attending college again in 1974 to reestablish her nursing credentials. And when those were obtained in 1975 she found work at a local hospital. But then, a few weeks later in June, Raymond McNair did something no WCG evangelist had ever done. He filed for divorce.
While in the process of indoctrination, I continued a casual contact with my loved one, though at a distance. I didn’t believe I could ever resume the relationship due to the racial dictates of God, as I was being persuaded to believe by reading articles written by HWA in his Plain Truth magazine…