Worldwide Church of God: Ambassador College and Bro

One of the most hilarious occurrences on the Ambassador College Campus did not happen to me personally, it happened to my younger brother. Let me set this up correctly. The faculty did not want to stigmatize my brother after I had been invited not to return for my Junior year, so they sent my brother to the Big Sandy campus. Since my brother has risen to a position of national prominence, I will refer to him as "Bro", although it is doubtful that anyone from his sphere would be visiting this website.

Bro and I crossed paths at the end of Summer. It probably would not have been a good idea for the two of us to have been on the same campus, anyway, because there really was a lot of sibling rivalry between us. He expressed to me that he hoped I would work it out so that in a year I could gain re-admission to the college. This wasn't likely, as Viet Nam was on. Myself and several close friends had been threatened with Viet Nam by the faculty if we didn't straighten out. So 3 of them actually enlisted, became officers and machine-gunners, and came back decorated heroes. But, Bro wanted to give it a go, so I wished him well.

For the first several months at Big Sandy, Bro was undergoing a kind of Faustian battle over his future. He probably started out acting in my valence, which has been known to get people into trouble! So, one Saturday night after the Sabbath, he decided to explore his new found freedom from "God's method of childrearing" and go out on the town. Bro just had to have some of that alky-haul his big brother had told him all about. So, first, he bought a pack of cigarettes, so that when he purchased the booze, he would look older. He fired up the cigarette, summoned up his courage, and took a pint of some adult beverage up to the counter of the little store. I can't imagine how he must have felt, because as I remember it, the first time I inhaled cigarette smoke, it made me very dizzy. It's one of those things that takes practice, and is an acquired taste.

So, Bro had himself a little party for the next couple of hours. Sometime after midnight, he arrived back on campus. He was feeling more than a little guilty, and decided that he'd better go to the prayer booth and make peace with God before going to bed. While repenting, nature took over, and he purged the contents of his stomach all over the prayer booth. Problem was, he was now feeling really sick. Of course, it would have compounded the sin to take an aspirin or two, so he went back to his dorm, and crashed.

Next morning, Bro woke up with the worst headache of his life. In piecing the events of the previous night together, he remembered the vomit scene in the prayer booth. So, he groggily looked out the window to verify his suspicions. Now, prayer booths in the morning at AC were really sought after, therefore scarce. So, if one happened to be open people ran, not walked. He watched as an endless stream of good AC students smiled with excitement as they saw the open door, ran to the booth, only to emerge shortly thereafter while holding their noses, gagging, etc.

It is unknown who cleaned up the mess. Probably some poor Freshman janitor, who consoled himself with the fact that God was testing his character and attitude that day. Bro's alcohol misconduct, surprisingly, went unreported.

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