Hey my fellow brother and sister Christians, I came to this here forum board to discuss the love of my life Jesus.
A little bit about me myself: I learned from an early age to respect and cherish my life, and that of others, but I fell to the evil that is violence, and did some very evil things during the Vietnam wars.
During that dark time I worked as an office assistant in our head quarters in Texas, doing the ever important duty of pushing some piles of news and letters from one room to another with a hand-truck. I made it out of that hell-on-earth with but one injury: I seriously stapled my hand to the drywall while trying kill a fly.
I regret trying to harm one of The Lord's most dearest creatures, but during the time I was passed out, I heard the cries of Baby Jesus coming from the other room. He asked me to hold him real tight, and suddenly, I realized the Truth.
From there after the war ended in '91, I left Idaho and became a wandering messenger of The Lord. Now I am proud to have been considered an injured veteran, and I seek repentance for all those shameful things I have done to my brother's kid.
I often must move my current residence between one side of the Wal-Mart parking lot and another as it is a Chevette, and the police don't love Jesus as I do.
In order to use the internet web, I have to spend most of my non-preaching time waiting for an open spot at the nearest book library.
Let us all hold hands, and praise Jesus, because he is our friend in life and in death, and when we have done bad things to children according to the law.
A little bit about me myself: I learned from an early age to respect and cherish my life, and that of others, but I fell to the evil that is violence, and did some very evil things during the Vietnam wars.
During that dark time I worked as an office assistant in our head quarters in Texas, doing the ever important duty of pushing some piles of news and letters from one room to another with a hand-truck. I made it out of that hell-on-earth with but one injury: I seriously stapled my hand to the drywall while trying kill a fly.
I regret trying to harm one of The Lord's most dearest creatures, but during the time I was passed out, I heard the cries of Baby Jesus coming from the other room. He asked me to hold him real tight, and suddenly, I realized the Truth.
From there after the war ended in '91, I left Idaho and became a wandering messenger of The Lord. Now I am proud to have been considered an injured veteran, and I seek repentance for all those shameful things I have done to my brother's kid.
I often must move my current residence between one side of the Wal-Mart parking lot and another as it is a Chevette, and the police don't love Jesus as I do.
In order to use the internet web, I have to spend most of my non-preaching time waiting for an open spot at the nearest book library.
Let us all hold hands, and praise Jesus, because he is our friend in life and in death, and when we have done bad things to children according to the law.



we should all be fighting his enemies 
as inspired by Deuteronomy 8:3.
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