The first time my father touched me, he told me that it was God’s Will. He said that the Holy Spirt had spoken to him and wanted him to share the most precious message with me. From that moment I knew that I was God’s chosen messenger.
Alot of bullies and uneducated trash have tried to accuse me of being a victim of abuse or molestation, but I stand proudly and say that not long after my father touched me with the hands of God, that I began to hear the voice of Christ himself. He instructed me to live a life under His guidance. And to Him alone would I be faithful and true.
My father was a a good, devout Christian and together we had a bond that was unlike any other that I’ve known. He would hold me in his arms and tell me how much Jesus loved me and that together we would be the chosen ones to guide others to their path of righteousness. The warm sensations that ran through my body and the clarity with which I saw the face of God were truly a divine experience.
When my father passed on I knew that it was my mission to carry on God’s word as he had told me when I was just a child. I devoted myself to spreading God’s Word and making myself a soldier in His name. My father’s hands never touched me with malice. It was with nothing but love and God’s expectations of me to be his chosen incarnate.
With his guidance and approval it had given me the strength to preach His Gospel to the less fortunate with hopes that I may inspire others to follow on his path. Never be afraid. Never question His undying love for you. Christianity is the way to ultimate salvation.
And on THE day of Final Judgement, Jesus Christ and myself will have the divine task of allowing you into heaven and the eternal prosperity.
I encourage you all to take a few quiet moments and ponder where you would be without the love of Jesus Christ Almighty.
Blessings to you all and a love-filled Valentine’s Day in HIS name