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Praise the sweet name of Jesus Christ!
My name is Mary Jane (for all of ya'll heathens: don't laugh, that is my real name). I'm 21 years-old and still single (unfortunately).
Up until about 2 years ago, I did not personally accept Jesus into my heart. I was raised in a half-salad-bar-"christian"/half-athiest family. The family members who did read the Bible usually took it as a metaphor and thought it was okay to believe in evolution and science and all that, which was my belief until I was about 14 and started rebelling and became a full athiest and abandoned God and the Bible.
I wore revealling clothing, fornicated out of wedlock, smoked weed (thank God I didn't start any of the harder drugs such as cocaine!), I listened to satanic rock-n-roll music, had lesbian encounters - just about anything offensive to the Lord I did.
When I was about 17, I started drinking hard liquor and became very depressed, which lasted about 2 years. Then when I was 19 I tried to commit suicide by downing a huge bottle of pills, which, as doctors later said, put me in a coma for about a week. (If my mother didn't find me passed out in my bathroom, I wouldn't even be here today)
Now, some doctors say that when you're in a coma, you don't dream. Well I'm certainly convinced that what I experienced was NOT a dream.
(WARNING: the following my be unsuitable to the God-impaired! Please have a KJV Bible open and ready if you dare venture any further!)
When I was in that coma, I felt as though I was burning alive! I could hear screams coming from every direction. Then I felt a burning, sharp pain, like barbed wire, scraping against my lady parts. Next thing I knew I was sitting up in the hospital bed, kicking and screaming in pain and terror. When the doctor later examined me (after I had calmed down), he told me that my lady parts looked terrible and had scratches that were not there before waking up!
This terrified me even more. That night I prayed and prayed and prayed like I've never prayed before. A month later, I was baptised at the local Baptist church in my hometown and soon after that, I hit the road to spread God's Holy word.
I hope ya'll could find it in your heart to accept me as a fellow child of God!
Praise!
Mary Jane
My name is Mary Jane (for all of ya'll heathens: don't laugh, that is my real name). I'm 21 years-old and still single (unfortunately).
Up until about 2 years ago, I did not personally accept Jesus into my heart. I was raised in a half-salad-bar-"christian"/half-athiest family. The family members who did read the Bible usually took it as a metaphor and thought it was okay to believe in evolution and science and all that, which was my belief until I was about 14 and started rebelling and became a full athiest and abandoned God and the Bible.
I wore revealling clothing, fornicated out of wedlock, smoked weed (thank God I didn't start any of the harder drugs such as cocaine!), I listened to satanic rock-n-roll music, had lesbian encounters - just about anything offensive to the Lord I did.
When I was about 17, I started drinking hard liquor and became very depressed, which lasted about 2 years. Then when I was 19 I tried to commit suicide by downing a huge bottle of pills, which, as doctors later said, put me in a coma for about a week. (If my mother didn't find me passed out in my bathroom, I wouldn't even be here today)
Now, some doctors say that when you're in a coma, you don't dream. Well I'm certainly convinced that what I experienced was NOT a dream.
(WARNING: the following my be unsuitable to the God-impaired! Please have a KJV Bible open and ready if you dare venture any further!)
When I was in that coma, I felt as though I was burning alive! I could hear screams coming from every direction. Then I felt a burning, sharp pain, like barbed wire, scraping against my lady parts. Next thing I knew I was sitting up in the hospital bed, kicking and screaming in pain and terror. When the doctor later examined me (after I had calmed down), he told me that my lady parts looked terrible and had scratches that were not there before waking up!
This terrified me even more. That night I prayed and prayed and prayed like I've never prayed before. A month later, I was baptised at the local Baptist church in my hometown and soon after that, I hit the road to spread God's Holy word.
I hope ya'll could find it in your heart to accept me as a fellow child of God!
Praise!
Mary Jane
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