I don't know if anyone still checks this thread, but I have to speak up anyway. I went to the Bethesda Home in Hattiesburg MS in the mid Seventies, when the Barnwells were there. I was about 12 then, a rebellious young girl whose mother couldn't cope with all her ten children, an impending separation from my stepfather (a good man), and a rebellious runaway daughter (me, at 12-I ran away to live with my dad). The whole time I was there, i never received or saw one instance opf abuse. I got licks 2-3 times while there-the same kind I received in public school for misbehavior, with a paddle. I got worse spankings at home with a belt.
We girls had to do chores-but let me tell you, they were nothing like the chores that I, as the eldest girl of ten children, had at home. They were much lighter. We ate well-probably the healthiest I ever ate up to that time in my life. I learned to sew, and memorised chapters of Bible. I loved Brother Roloff, though we didn't see him that often.
As a rebellious child, I of course hated it while there. It was only later that I understood and appreciated what it had been to me, and how much more it could have been if I'd allowed it.
Brother Roloff had strict dietary standards for himself, as that's what helped him become strong and healthy after a childhood of sickness. We went by those standards to some degree at Bethesda, but not to the degree that he held for himself. And he did not "preach" these things as a salvation issue, or as Biblical doctrine. He did believe that as in all things, it was best to make the best use of the good things God gave us, the better to serve Him.
I love to listen to his sermons today and remember him. As far as I'm concerned, he's greatly missed, and was one of a kind. As a grown woman, if I could, I'd love to spend a period of time in the world of Bethesda again, and immerse myself in the Bible and serving God away from the chaos and sin of this world.