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While witnessing to sinners in the park this evening, I was both shocked and appalled to see a young mother NURSING HER YOUNG SON AT HER TEAT!
After my initial wave of sickness, I raised my bullhorn from across the green and proclaimed, "Attention sinner! You and your leach are going to HELL! Put down the baby and put away your tit!"
The harlot was not alone in her debauchery, as her husband was perched right next to her on the bench, and promptly gave me an indecent finger gesture in an act of persecution against me for my religion.
Again I raised my bullhorn and shouted, "I repeat, unhook the child from your anatomy and get on your knees! Hell is REAL!"
At this point it was clear that just words were not enough. I put on the full armor of GOD, and marched across the green to the horrifying display, pulled the baby loose from its mother, and then cupped the horn of my megaphone over the precariously suspended breast.
Her husband had the NERVE to stand up and demand that I hand over the hell-bound baby and leave his whore of a wife alone! I recited 1 Timothy 2:9, 'In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array;'
The unsaved garbage, as is typical for their kind, inquired what on Earth this had to do with breastfeeding. Obviously, the Bible is above their heads because they are evil. I prayed for their hearts to be softened, and gave the baby back. I pulled out a random Chick Tract and left it with her, and then returned to my street corner knowing I had done the right thing. Praise!
After my initial wave of sickness, I raised my bullhorn from across the green and proclaimed, "Attention sinner! You and your leach are going to HELL! Put down the baby and put away your tit!"
The harlot was not alone in her debauchery, as her husband was perched right next to her on the bench, and promptly gave me an indecent finger gesture in an act of persecution against me for my religion.
Again I raised my bullhorn and shouted, "I repeat, unhook the child from your anatomy and get on your knees! Hell is REAL!"
At this point it was clear that just words were not enough. I put on the full armor of GOD, and marched across the green to the horrifying display, pulled the baby loose from its mother, and then cupped the horn of my megaphone over the precariously suspended breast.
Her husband had the NERVE to stand up and demand that I hand over the hell-bound baby and leave his whore of a wife alone! I recited 1 Timothy 2:9, 'In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array;'
The unsaved garbage, as is typical for their kind, inquired what on Earth this had to do with breastfeeding. Obviously, the Bible is above their heads because they are evil. I prayed for their hearts to be softened, and gave the baby back. I pulled out a random Chick Tract and left it with her, and then returned to my street corner knowing I had done the right thing. Praise!
PRAISE!
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