**note: I will continue my series on the Last Days Prophecies; I apologize for not posting for a few weeks. As an activist, employee, student, and club president, I haven’t had time to do much research for the prophecy articles. However, I expect a few clear skies after Thursday that will give me time to complete prophecies 6 – 10. Meanwhile, I was looking through some photographs of my term at PFR (discipleship program) and thought maybe some people would be interested in hearing about it. Maybe it this will serve as useful knowledge to some people, or at least an experience other ex-fundamentalists can relate to.**
If you read my bio you probably know that I was sent to a Christian boarding school at 13 years of age. I stayed there until graduation in 2007, right before I turned 18. At the age of 14 I was exposed to some “radical” Christianity (the most simplified explanation I can think of) and, as a result, became a “born again, on-fire” Christian. Our spiritual counselor, or pastor, at the boarding school recommended a discipleship program (P.F.R. currently calls it a “Missions Training School“) to me called Potter’s Field Ranch; a place to “get closer to god” and study “god’s word.” So, believing that this was what god wanted from me, I filled out some paperwork. After I graduated high school in June of 2007 I made preparations for the Fall Term of P.F.R. that August.
Money was an issue. At first I didn’t think I would be able to afford it. But when I graduated high school my uncle gave me $1,000 as congratulations money (surprise!). My grandma gave me the same: $1,000. I had a savings account that my other grandmother kept for me and added to regularly; it held $2,000 in it. The cost of the 3 month term at P.F.R. was a small amount less than $4,000, so things worked out “perfectly”…Now, as you can imagine, I still kick myself for wasting my money on this. I could have saved or used the $4,000 that I had for a much greater, much more fulfilling purpose, and I blew it…but when you believe that god wants you to do something, money is the least of your priorities.
I threw away all of that money just to subject myself to more lies (unintentional or intentional, I do not know) and mental manipulation. I also sacrificed time and energy I could have spent in college getting a worthwhile education. However, the positive side is that from this experience I gained many friends that I appreciate and admire, even though our beliefs differ now (since hearing about my atheism they have been praying for my salvation). Many of them I still talk to on facebook and we occasionally debate. I at least do not regret meeting them, or the time we shared together. I still feel deeply for our friendship.
In the picture above is one of my fellow peers, whose name I will keep private. This is where the girls slept, showered, and sometimes studied at night. We had seven girls in my term (there would have been eight, except for a timely biological accident). One of the staff that worked at P.F.R. was a very close friend of mine from my Christian boarding school; she graduated before me and we wrote to each other by mail frequently (since email was not allowed). Soon after she graduated she entered the P.F.R. term before mine, and after finishing the term she became an employee of the ranch.
I remember my first day at PFR, a few days early of the beginning of the term, sitting in my assigned room of the dorm nervously. This close friend of mine visited me and asked how I was doing. I told her exactly how I felt: I had expected to feel better once I arrived, but instead I sensed that I was back in a controlled institution like the boarding school. She said that I should come into this experience with an open mind. If I was going to let god work in me, I had to let my walls down. I still love and respect this person and hope that one day she will realize exactly what these words actually meant.
Life at P.F.R. was a mixture of lectures, bible study, homework, leisure and chores. It was located in a very tiny town called Olney, MT, and so we were completely alone in a private part of nature by a lake called Dog Lake. We would occasionally take trips off campus to do community service. Sometimes we were given a treat like bowling. Every Sunday we carpooled to church in vans, and usually after church (while we were in town) we had an opportunity to take a trip to the store for any supplies we needed like new shampoo or other necessities.
There were four bunk beds to each room. Every morning we were expected to have our beds made and our living quarters spotless and organized. Every weekend we were assigned chores and cleaned not only our living quarters, but our dining quarters, worship quarters, and lounge area. We had each paid $4,000 for a 3 month term here, yet we were doing this work for free. We would also do some of the cooking on the weekends. However, in our free time, we could take advantage of the canoes by Dog Lake or pool table, TV, coffee bar, and games in the lounge room. We had one computer in the Lounge Room–our only access to the outside world. Most of our free time was occupied with reading assignments or other assignments; as you can see, most of my peers in the Lounge Room pictured below are doing their reading assignments.

The Lounge Room; upstairs was our worship area; the coffee bar was on the right, the pool table on the left, the TV in front of the couches
We had seven boys in our term, so there were 14 students total. Only side hugs were allowed between opposite genders, and you could never be alone with a boy one-on-one. You had to have two girls and one boy, or two boys and one girl at least. These rules, of course, were made to help us “avoid temptation.” Another one of my friends from the boarding school (different from the one that became a staff member there) enrolled in a term at P.F.R. and was kicked out of the program, along with her partner in crime, for having sexual relations with one of the boys.
The church that was integrated into Potter’s Field Ranch was Calvary Chapel of Whitefish, a child of the Calvary Chapel of Ft. Lauderdale. Although genders were not explicitly segregated, it was quite clear that each gender had its role and they should not mix (except in the way that god ordained it). I recall having a conversation about the role of my gender with my female P.F.R. peers; I remember agreeing with them that the woman is the weaker gender and it is right that we should serve the man. At the time I just wanted to be in god’s will, and the Bible told me exactly what his will was for females.
In the next post I will elaborate on other rules of the program and the daily life of a P.F.R. student. Understand that much has changed since then-P.F.R. was more radical before the term that I attended, and since then the program has been watered down and modified.
Feel free to ask questions and I can answer them in the next post.
[To be continued....]














