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Hallelujah, it's nice to be back in Freehold!
Thank you to all my True Christian friends who came to the wedding, and good job keeping it a secret on the forum. I know there are many Satan worshipping witches who would have loved to have done their dark master's work and cast a spell on the proceedings (I'm looking at you, Van Smelling, Lilith, and Allie), but we were able to thwart their diabolical plans.
I'm Mrs. Joseph Whitford now! GLORY! I know there are some naysayers who think we got married too quickly after we met, my unSaved sinner family included (I think they were just upset that they didn't get invited, but you try to get that many Mary-worshipping papists in past Landover security for any reason), but Jesus brought us together for a reason, and there is no reason to court for a year that could be spent bringing one more little Soldier for Christ into this world.
I don't want to get too lurid here, but we did try twice to put my womb for its Godly purpose, based on timing recommendations from my True Christian doctor. The first time was very difficult, as we're both accustomed to strange flesh from before we were Saved, but through the tears of committing such vile, filthy actions in order to do God's will, we think we did it right. My husband, Mr. Whitford, said he found it much easier if he thought of Jesus throughout the whole ordeal. We just hope it took so we don't have to degrade ourselves like that for another year!
For our honeymoon, we went to Joo York for three days and spent it witnessing to the throngs of sinners. Mr. Whitford took the Broadway area, using his ex-gay experience to minister to the disgusting homers who work in theater. I went to Rockerfeller Plaza to rebuke the atheists and joos who run television and try to bring them over to Christ. Imagine NBC being nothing but 24 hour praise programming!
After Joo York, we wanted to go somewhere safer. On Senator McCain's recommendation, we went to Iraq. Despite being surrounded by mudslimes, we did indeed feel safer than we did when surrounded by nigra muggers in JY! And the deals we got at the shops were too good to pass up!
With the help of the translator in our security detachment, we were able to witness to several Iraqis each day. With Jesus finding His way into their heathen hearts, why would they want to strap a bomb to themselves? They wouldn't, of course! As Godly as President Bush is, I feel his vision has been led astray by a few bad apples and so they tried to bring democracy to the mudslimes instead of what they really need, a big heaping dose of Jesus Christ!
The one person I will remember the most was this young orphan boy we met. His name was "Amoo" or "Amid" or something, but because we were Saving his soul, we renamed him Matthew. He was a darling young lad, willing to do anything for a loaf of bread. We promised him food every day, but to get the meal he had to come back with different scripture memorized each time. That little scamp was so eager to learn about Jesus, he put most white children to shame!
I wonder how the tyke is doing now. We gave him a few of the KJV1611 Bibles we had with us (and let me tell you, you haven't travelled until you've lugged a crate full of Bibles to the Middle East), so we hope he's now sharing the love of Jesus with all his little friends.
Thank you to all my True Christian friends who came to the wedding, and good job keeping it a secret on the forum. I know there are many Satan worshipping witches who would have loved to have done their dark master's work and cast a spell on the proceedings (I'm looking at you, Van Smelling, Lilith, and Allie), but we were able to thwart their diabolical plans.
I'm Mrs. Joseph Whitford now! GLORY! I know there are some naysayers who think we got married too quickly after we met, my unSaved sinner family included (I think they were just upset that they didn't get invited, but you try to get that many Mary-worshipping papists in past Landover security for any reason), but Jesus brought us together for a reason, and there is no reason to court for a year that could be spent bringing one more little Soldier for Christ into this world.
I don't want to get too lurid here, but we did try twice to put my womb for its Godly purpose, based on timing recommendations from my True Christian doctor. The first time was very difficult, as we're both accustomed to strange flesh from before we were Saved, but through the tears of committing such vile, filthy actions in order to do God's will, we think we did it right. My husband, Mr. Whitford, said he found it much easier if he thought of Jesus throughout the whole ordeal. We just hope it took so we don't have to degrade ourselves like that for another year!
For our honeymoon, we went to Joo York for three days and spent it witnessing to the throngs of sinners. Mr. Whitford took the Broadway area, using his ex-gay experience to minister to the disgusting homers who work in theater. I went to Rockerfeller Plaza to rebuke the atheists and joos who run television and try to bring them over to Christ. Imagine NBC being nothing but 24 hour praise programming!
After Joo York, we wanted to go somewhere safer. On Senator McCain's recommendation, we went to Iraq. Despite being surrounded by mudslimes, we did indeed feel safer than we did when surrounded by nigra muggers in JY! And the deals we got at the shops were too good to pass up!
With the help of the translator in our security detachment, we were able to witness to several Iraqis each day. With Jesus finding His way into their heathen hearts, why would they want to strap a bomb to themselves? They wouldn't, of course! As Godly as President Bush is, I feel his vision has been led astray by a few bad apples and so they tried to bring democracy to the mudslimes instead of what they really need, a big heaping dose of Jesus Christ!
The one person I will remember the most was this young orphan boy we met. His name was "Amoo" or "Amid" or something, but because we were Saving his soul, we renamed him Matthew. He was a darling young lad, willing to do anything for a loaf of bread. We promised him food every day, but to get the meal he had to come back with different scripture memorized each time. That little scamp was so eager to learn about Jesus, he put most white children to shame!
I wonder how the tyke is doing now. We gave him a few of the KJV1611 Bibles we had with us (and let me tell you, you haven't travelled until you've lugged a crate full of Bibles to the Middle East), so we hope he's now sharing the love of Jesus with all his little friends.
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