Oh, the missionary fund is extra. Kay, a woman i had worked with, really needed to see a dentist - ew! She was going on about having given her tithe (and yeah, that word makes me bristle ... over my cheese-crackers) AND putting in extra for the missionary (or whatever other scam was going down). Uh, that woman worked a full-time and a part-time job and yet was hard-pressed to meet the INSANNNEEE rent for her rather dingy apartment. She doesn't smoke or drink, by the way.
And, by the way, she ended up getting canned from the part-time...uh yeah, it's about mental exhaustion. Funny (NOT!) how that works - about everyone i know who works two jobs, seems to manifest the "serving two masters" drama. i'll bet ole shakedown tabernacle was leaning on that as well.
i'll bet, they only, at best, had sent a (croc) card, when she ended up several days in the hospital. That happened like two or three days after getting canned (coincidence??? Doubt it!) She had od'd on sleeping pills. Yeah, she was out of her mind exhausted, and didn't want to go on.
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