Dear Landover Baptist Church Forum
It is with wondrous and fantastical joy that I have been guided to the electronickery typewriter screen by the graceful hand of God in my twilight years.
I would like to formally introduce myself to you lovely upright Christians (there had better not be any blaspheming and dirty Anglicans here, it would just not do!) on this fine day. From the other side of the pond, I am Dame Glynnis Elizabeth Victoria Margaret "Bunty" Grantley-Hilfox, of the Bedfordshire Grantleys and wife of his esteemed Sir William "Willikins" Hillfox, of Wiltshire Manor. Please call me Bunty, unless you are an Anglican. Or a Jewess. I have seen what you you Jewesses do to fruit at the market. There is no need to squeeze everything round in sight with your dairy selective hands what! Apricots are just not the same what!
My favourite bible verse stems from the pride I have of being the wife of the grandest most God-fearing gentleman in this funny little country of ours. Ours was an arranged marriage, and by the grace of God my husband has been devoted enough to stop me from ever being the harlot I was sure to become had he not claimed my loins when I was 14. Shaming my husband (which I have only done on one occasion in 1952, I cannot bear to digress for fear of interweb damnation) would be the most shockingly scornful act any modern woman who has any hope of salvation could knowingly perform.
Proverbs 12:4
A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, but she that causeth shame is rottenness in his bones.
Proverbs 12:3-5 (in Context) Proverbs 12
I am blessed enough to have the qaintest chapel on my rolling estate. It was Anglican, but did I let it stay that way? No what! I am deliriously proud to say that through hard work and the will of our Lord Jesus we have the strongest Baptist congregation in West West Wiltshire. For a polulation of 64 people I think a congregation of 33 is very very smashing. The Anglican "church" on the other side of our fair dale has an ordained woman "priest". This will not do!!! Her congregation is quite small. Thirteen if I remember correctly. This is the number of a devil's coven!!! I might require your help in banishing this evil force. We have children here what!!!
As is good Christian custom, I should divulge how I came to find Jesus and have my life wonderfully changed ever since. Many years ago, on my honeymoon with Sir William, we had the good fortune of travelling on a faith mission to that darkest of places, Africa. The wonderful Christians I encountered on this journey in the poorest and dirtiest parts of the world, and the joy that they spread through the word showed me that having Jesus in my heart was the only way I would remain a strong virtuous moral woman for the rest of my days. All the nigras that had found Jesus were so happy in their lives, despite not having maids, butlers, horses, clothing, books, and young men holding large feathers to cool them down. The ones that kept on touching my exotic blonde locks were quite frightening. I was surprised that the nigras did not have scales as my mother has always told me.
I trust that we shall have much happy banter on this wonderful forum, and that Anglicans and Jewesses will not hope to mess with me. Us English always have a shotgun at hand what! I look forward fondly in learning more about your God-fearing customs and delightful ways.
Yours in heavenly love,
Bunty.
It is with wondrous and fantastical joy that I have been guided to the electronickery typewriter screen by the graceful hand of God in my twilight years.
I would like to formally introduce myself to you lovely upright Christians (there had better not be any blaspheming and dirty Anglicans here, it would just not do!) on this fine day. From the other side of the pond, I am Dame Glynnis Elizabeth Victoria Margaret "Bunty" Grantley-Hilfox, of the Bedfordshire Grantleys and wife of his esteemed Sir William "Willikins" Hillfox, of Wiltshire Manor. Please call me Bunty, unless you are an Anglican. Or a Jewess. I have seen what you you Jewesses do to fruit at the market. There is no need to squeeze everything round in sight with your dairy selective hands what! Apricots are just not the same what!
My favourite bible verse stems from the pride I have of being the wife of the grandest most God-fearing gentleman in this funny little country of ours. Ours was an arranged marriage, and by the grace of God my husband has been devoted enough to stop me from ever being the harlot I was sure to become had he not claimed my loins when I was 14. Shaming my husband (which I have only done on one occasion in 1952, I cannot bear to digress for fear of interweb damnation) would be the most shockingly scornful act any modern woman who has any hope of salvation could knowingly perform.
Proverbs 12:4
A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, but she that causeth shame is rottenness in his bones.
Proverbs 12:3-5 (in Context) Proverbs 12
I am blessed enough to have the qaintest chapel on my rolling estate. It was Anglican, but did I let it stay that way? No what! I am deliriously proud to say that through hard work and the will of our Lord Jesus we have the strongest Baptist congregation in West West Wiltshire. For a polulation of 64 people I think a congregation of 33 is very very smashing. The Anglican "church" on the other side of our fair dale has an ordained woman "priest". This will not do!!! Her congregation is quite small. Thirteen if I remember correctly. This is the number of a devil's coven!!! I might require your help in banishing this evil force. We have children here what!!!
As is good Christian custom, I should divulge how I came to find Jesus and have my life wonderfully changed ever since. Many years ago, on my honeymoon with Sir William, we had the good fortune of travelling on a faith mission to that darkest of places, Africa. The wonderful Christians I encountered on this journey in the poorest and dirtiest parts of the world, and the joy that they spread through the word showed me that having Jesus in my heart was the only way I would remain a strong virtuous moral woman for the rest of my days. All the nigras that had found Jesus were so happy in their lives, despite not having maids, butlers, horses, clothing, books, and young men holding large feathers to cool them down. The ones that kept on touching my exotic blonde locks were quite frightening. I was surprised that the nigras did not have scales as my mother has always told me.
I trust that we shall have much happy banter on this wonderful forum, and that Anglicans and Jewesses will not hope to mess with me. Us English always have a shotgun at hand what! I look forward fondly in learning more about your God-fearing customs and delightful ways.
Yours in heavenly love,
Bunty.
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