From (Tom Schroeder) in February 12, 2000.

Hello again,

Well, it's time for me to gently touch these keys and write another letter. I have wanted to get a letter off to the list all week, but there is so much to write about and I couldn't narrow it down. At 4:00 am this morning, my Shadow woke me up to let me know that it was time to go on our 2 hour walk and by the time I got home again, I knew what I was going to write about.

I am going to put another worker's letter on the list and it's an exciting letter.

This worker IS loaded with excitement.

Now, I just got this letter a week ago today and it could be that some of you may have already seen it.

The letter has black copy machine smudges on it, so I am sure the writer has made dozens or maybe even hundreds of copies to send out as he would want everybody he knew to know about his excitement.

Grant Caseby gave me copy of his testimony in 1990 when we met.

It might be good here to tell you how we met.

My sister’s pastor, upon hearing her story of her experiences with 2x2ism, told her that a relation needed help desperately from someone who knew about 2x2ism. She contacted and arranged for Mr. and Mrs.Casbey to meet with us.

Following this meeting we were in touch for several more discussions, and in our last visit I asked Grant if he minded my use of parts of his testimony in my book – he emphatically told me that I had his permission to “Use it all or to do whatever you wish with it!”

I have not heard from the Casebys since 1991, and I believe they have passed on by now – but this written testimony remains to haunt the Workers of 2x2ism.

Veterans Of Truth (VOT) has my permission to post this testimony at their discretion.

The testimony in the following pages is just as it was written by Grant Caseby, including the spelling.

Descendant of the Vogt Family from the

1910 Bethel Mission

in South Australia

Read this

Lovely Lady's

Experience of Misery with Workers to Freedom in Christ!!!

I told my mother I could no longer profess as I did not want to be a "hypocrite."

Dear Friends, (not "friends"),

I know.  This is REALLY LONG.  Sorry.  But it's been 29 years. 

Is there someone I can intelligently discuss all this with?  Last night I cried with the realization of a family's life "wasted."(Though my life is rich and meaningful and I have learned so much from it all.) My life.  My sister's and brothers' lives.  My mom and dad's life.  It's hard to understand.

We had to do what we knew was right.

Dear Friends,

My name is Rymal Kenton, and my husband is Herb.  We live in Milford, Delaware, U.S.A.,where we attended meetings at Ida Salvesen Corder and Orray Corder's home. 

I came into the 2x2 system in August 1973, and my husband in  1975, at the time of our marriage.

Both Herb and I were raised in mainline Christian churches, but I began attending the meetings in  1973, having been close friends with Ida and Ray Corder for over 8 years.  Finally, because of their great love for me and I for them and their family, particularly Bonnie Corder Sanders, I left the Church of the Nazarene, where I had been born again when I was 12 years old, and started attending the meetings.

I never did deny that I was saved before I came to the 2x2 church; I just kept many things in my heart and did not discuss them. For years our family "professed," had workers in the home, attended the conventions, etc. 

Before I met and married Herb, I was allowed by Ival Printz and Bobby Silvia, to have Wednesday night meetings in my home.

Then, after we got married and my husband wanted to continue to have a television, since he saw no wrong in it, we were, of course, not considered "worthy" to have a meeting in our home.  Years went by, and I suppose the  workers were waiting for us to see the light on television. 

Hello everyone,

             I just signed onto this list today, so thought it would be good to

introduce myself. 

I'm from Illinois, just outside Chicago but grew up in Ireland where I left in '87.  I grew up in "truth" and there was a Sunday morning meeting in our home.  I "professed" when I was 14 but left at 16.  I re-professed when I came to the U.S. at Blackwater convention in '87 and stayed in until about a year ago.

Long story short, I went through a very hard life experience about 2 years ago which prompted me to examine very closely what was "real" in my life. 

I realized that I had been shaped into somebody I wasn’t and yearned to find "me" again. 

"I Researched Convention" By Tom Schroeder - - "Part Two"

"Part One" has not been located..........When found, it will be placed here.

Hello again, to all you wonderful people.

Well, I said I would write again in a day or so and it is a little more on the "so" side. I don't know how the time can get by so fast, but I do keep busy. I walk Shadow about 4 hours a day and we both enjoy that, and I also do volunteer work for a part of humanity. It keeps me younger.

I need to get quicker to the heart of this topic today, but there is so much connected detail that I could tell you, ......maybe I can unload some of it at the other end of this letter,........or write part 3 in a week or so.

Hello again,

Well, it's been a long time since I've written on the list, at least six months so I would like to say a big welcome to all the new people here. It is good to read your life experience, being in the "Workers 2x2 Cult System" in your part of the world wherever that may be.

We know this system varies form state to state and country to country and some places, it can be very bad.

I took a vacation to New Zealand 10 years ago and while at convention there, a man that I got to know very well, said I should come with him out to the parking lot to look at the cars.

Did you ever see anything like this, all the radio antennas have been cut off about two inches above the fender?

He said the workers tell everybody to get the antennas off their cars and if they don't, they will cut them off. Then, he asked me, "What do you do in America."

"Well," I told him, "Back in 1950, I bought my first car and it had a radio in it. I took the antenna off and also took the radio out and got rid of it. Then, about 1965, Gilbert Rictor told me that Gus Jensen would get in a car in the morning and first thing, turn on the radio and drive all day with that radio going full blast.