Hello to fellow WELS, and all other Lutherans!

[filosofer]

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I wondered if you thought maybe some of us (ahem ) were old enough to have moved the caissons in WWI?

(Although the song was written in the Philippines.)

In Christ's love,
filo
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[DaRev]

That's what I was thinking of when I read that...

"...and the caissons go rolling along..."

 

[QuiltAngel]

I think caissons would be better than casinos. We have one about 25 miles from here and everyone has to go to the casino. Sometimes I feel like I am the only one who hasn't.

 

[filosofer]

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We have six casinos within that radius, and one community just approved more.

The sad thing is that many church members make it a regular part of their day/week, and see nothing wrong with it, and even justify their indulgence.

In Christ's love,
filo
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[seajoy]

We have six casinos within that radius, and one community just approved more.

The sad thing is that many church members make it a regular part of their day/week, and see nothing wrong with it, and even justify their indulgence.

In Christ's love,
filo

A group from the old church we used to belong to, rented a bus to go to the casino one sunday morning....thus skipping church. Their bus got in an accident in the snow (no one was hurt) and never made it to the casino. Hmmmmm......

 

[QuiltAngel]

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We have six casinos within that radius, and one community just approved more.

The sad thing is that many church members make it a regular part of their day/week, and see nothing wrong with it, and even justify their indulgence.

In Christ's love,
filo
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I hear you on that. Gets frustrating. Supposedly many go to eat at the restaurant. Yeah, right!

 

[PreachersWife2004]

I don't see anything wrong with going to a casino. It's when people start making foolish decisions thinking they're going to win some huge jackpot.

Hubby and I often like to sit and ponder what we would do if we ever won the mega millions jackpot. We used to play one number each drawing, costing us $2 a week. Every now and then we would joke "okay, I just bought the winning ticket. Let's go buy a boat".

There are actually people out there who BELIEVE that they should go out and buy the boat, because their lottery winnings or casino winnings will pay for it...never mind the fact they haven't won yet.

I used to go to some of the casinos, not on a regular basis, but I went to one in Canada as part of an office Christmas party, and I occasionally go to one up north in Michigan with my dad.

For awhile my previous job entailed parking in the lot that belonged to the casino across the street in Detroit. We could park for free providing we went in to the casino and got our tickets validated. Well, I felt kinda guilty for that, so when I went in to validate my tickets, I'd put a fiver in one of the slot machines. I found a nickel slot that I particularly liked. It was fun, had a story line and it made $5 go a long way.

Well, that paid off. I eventually won a $1500 jackpot off it. Two weeks later I went on maternity leave and haven't been back.

But...on the flip side, I have a relative who plays at the casinos all the time. You know those old ladies with blue hair, oxygen tanks, cigarettes and white gloves? That's my great aunt. She practically lives at the casino. She rarely wins, but she is certain she will win the "big one" any day now. This is when I think gambling becomes a sin - when it overpowers everything in your life.

About that bus trip...there is a saying that coincidence is merely God choosing to remain anonymous. I think that case was a fair representation of coincidence!

 

[Studeclunker]

But...on the flip side, I have a relative who plays at the casinos all the time. You know those old ladies with blue hair, oxygen tanks, cigarettes and white gloves? That's my great aunt. She practically lives at the casino. She rarely wins, but she is certain she will win the "big one" any day now. This is when I think gambling becomes a sin - when it overpowers everything in your life.

This is most certainly true. All things in due moderation. Gambling is a game. As long as it remains a trivial pastime, it's just a game.

About that bus trip...there is a saying that coincidence is merely God choosing to remain anonymous. I think that case was a fair representation of coincidence!

LOL! And perhaps a gentle reminder of what one's focus should be on His day.

 

[LutheranChick]

Um, that is suppose to be "casinos"

Oh gee, I've lost count of casinos - a new one just opened down in Riverside, there's a new one in Waterloo, I think, and we have one about 25 miles from us - have heard rumours that some local people who went out of business was because of the 'boat' - but I don't know for sure. There's Tama, and Dubuque - and I don't know what's in western IA... Too many, that's what I think.

 

[QuiltAngel]

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I wondered if you thought maybe some of us (ahem ) were old enough to have moved the caissons in WWI?

(Although the song was written in the Philippines.)

In Christ's love,
filo
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Well, you are a few years older than me it looks like. So who knows.

 

[latebloomer]

I've been in the casino in the town near me once. I was in that town for a class for work. When lunchtime came, the locals said lets go eat at the casino. So we went. The food wasn't that great. I never got closer to the gambling area than seeing the doorway. Given my druthers, I won't be back.

 

[C.F.W. Walther]

I was rollin' on my "scoot" in New Mexico and the temp was hovering around 100. The tar was melting on the road and the heat coming from the motor and the road was blowing into the sides of my helmet alone with road grit and dust. I decided that the next exit I would definitely get off because I was getting light headed and dry as a bone.

Coming up at the next exit was a bright shiny new casino sitting right in the middle of the desert. Nothing around for miles. Man did that look inviting where I knew I could get a ice cold soda and cool off. I pulled the cycle around to the front that looked like the entrance to some ancient temple. Took off the helmet, gloves and goggles and headed for the cool interior. All I wanted was my cold drink so I went to the counter and asked for a cola and sat at a "one arm bandit".

My 5 dollars turned into 25 so I though I was ahead of the game and decided to leave. I had a smile on my face when I stopped at the gas station later and mentally thanked the good people of New Mexico for filling my gas tank

 

[seajoy]

I was rollin' on my "scoot" in New Mexico and the temp was hovering around 100. The tar was melting on the road and the heat coming from the motor and the road was blowing into the sides of my helmet alone with road grit and dust. I decided that the next exit I would definitely get off because I was getting light headed and dry as a bone.

Coming up at the next exit was a bright shiny new casino sitting right in the middle of the desert. Nothing around for miles. Man did that look inviting where I knew I could get a ice cold soda and cool off. I pulled the cycle around to the front that looked like the entrance to some ancient temple. Took off the helmet, gloves and goggles and headed for the cool interior. All I wanted was my cold drink so I went to the counter and asked for a cola and sat at a "one arm bandit".

My 5 dollars turned into 25 so I though I was ahead of the game and decided to leave. I had a smile on my face when I stopped at the gas station later and mentally thanked the good people of New Mexico for filling my gas tank

Cool story, Rad. And well written.