Hello,
My name is, unfortunately, Ophelia. My heathen literary parents cursed me with this name. One of the many reasons that the will burn in H-ll.
I attend our local Baptist church. It too is filled with people bound for a fiery afterlife. Can you believe not one of them knows the Good Book by heart?
Jesus saved me when I was 10. Our neighbour, the wonderful Pastor Christopher Peacock, introduced me to the glorious love of Jesus. Pastor Chris and I spent many, many hours in his basement letting Jesus touch me with his love. Sometimes he still visits me for private worshipping sessions. My knees and mouth are always so sore afterward from all that praying!
When I was 18 I married a lovely man named Peter. How glad I was the day I changed my name from Upgood to Macrotch; I took great joy in shedding any connection to those Sinners that birthed me.
I couldn't possibly pick just one part of G-d's words as my favourite. Far too difficult to choose.
Praise G-d!
Yours in Faith,
O. Macrotch
P.S. I wanted to but a picture next to my name but Peter tells me I am not allowed to put an 'avatar' on here as it violates the Second Commandment. As always, he knows best. Now, off to put some ice on my eye as I fell into a door whilst writing this.