Greetings,
As I sit here in the rectory - er, computer room with my protective statue of the blessed virgin, I mean, Sean Hannity watching over me, I feel blessed that the saints - meaning the live ones, of course - had the presence of mind to let Google lead me to you. While I am an ex-papist, (really), I hope you can open your sinless hearts to me, because one day I think you'll see me as worthy to live in the condominiums that are a part of the promised land of Landover.
One night when I was still a child, my heathen parents sent me out on a journey to gather candy for my older brothers, who would be turned away since no costume could be found at the local Kmart that would fit them and our neighborhood tended to frown on trick or treating by anyone older than 10. As I knocked on the door of my last victim of this satanic ritual, I heard the song "Are you washed in the blood of the lamb" softly playing in the background. Instead of candy, the kind gentleman dressed only in sparkling white jockey shorts slipped a little pamphlet in my hand called "Read This or Burn in the Lake of Everlasting Fire." That night I read it 30 times, just to be sure and avoid that lake. That was my introduction to our Savior.
Unfortunately, I fell into the hands of Mary worshippers when I was 15 and was baptized into the Mother Church where I have been a priest for the last 15 years - up until now, I mean - I'm not doing that anymore, of course. Just as sure as the catechism is sitting by my bed (or, I mean, it used to be), I am now a believer in the true faith of any God fearing Christian, the Baptist faith.
My favorite scripture is:
1 Kings 21:14 Then they sent to Jezebel, saying, Naboth is stoned, and is dead.
I hate to see anyone so stoned that they die, but apparently Naboth couldn't hold his smoke, and the LORD saw fit to stop his heart. I'm sure that St. Michael the Archangel wept (The KJV one, not the Catholic one - I am sure they are different).
I am crossing myself that you'll allow me to become a part of this holy alliance.
As I sit here in the rectory - er, computer room with my protective statue of the blessed virgin, I mean, Sean Hannity watching over me, I feel blessed that the saints - meaning the live ones, of course - had the presence of mind to let Google lead me to you. While I am an ex-papist, (really), I hope you can open your sinless hearts to me, because one day I think you'll see me as worthy to live in the condominiums that are a part of the promised land of Landover.
One night when I was still a child, my heathen parents sent me out on a journey to gather candy for my older brothers, who would be turned away since no costume could be found at the local Kmart that would fit them and our neighborhood tended to frown on trick or treating by anyone older than 10. As I knocked on the door of my last victim of this satanic ritual, I heard the song "Are you washed in the blood of the lamb" softly playing in the background. Instead of candy, the kind gentleman dressed only in sparkling white jockey shorts slipped a little pamphlet in my hand called "Read This or Burn in the Lake of Everlasting Fire." That night I read it 30 times, just to be sure and avoid that lake. That was my introduction to our Savior.
Unfortunately, I fell into the hands of Mary worshippers when I was 15 and was baptized into the Mother Church where I have been a priest for the last 15 years - up until now, I mean - I'm not doing that anymore, of course. Just as sure as the catechism is sitting by my bed (or, I mean, it used to be), I am now a believer in the true faith of any God fearing Christian, the Baptist faith.
My favorite scripture is:
1 Kings 21:14 Then they sent to Jezebel, saying, Naboth is stoned, and is dead.
I hate to see anyone so stoned that they die, but apparently Naboth couldn't hold his smoke, and the LORD saw fit to stop his heart. I'm sure that St. Michael the Archangel wept (The KJV one, not the Catholic one - I am sure they are different).
I am crossing myself that you'll allow me to become a part of this holy alliance.

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