As I sit in my studio, office,
bedroom, and look at the journals on the bookcase, and remember the journey
that they document, I mourn the fact that there was no one on hand to teach me
the truth. I searched through other authors, I attended conference after
conference, I read my bible relentlessly, but the things taught by the church
were very strong. Never having been a strong main-liner church goer, I was not
as indoctrinated as the denomination believer, but still things were there that
should not be. Scriptures so well twisted that I had not unravelled them. For
me, the myth that we had no hope of keeping the ten commandments (law) that God
had had mercy on us and put us under grace, where we did not have to worry
about sin any more. Just had to live a clean life. Then, there burst into my life, Bishop
Dominiquae and her teaching, and there I sat, transfixed by the truth of the
Scriptures, and coming into the full realization of just how we are to hear and
obey. Suddenly the Scriptures were opened up to me in such a new and powerful
way, just by seeing that God is truly the same “Yesterday, today, and forever”
Hebrews 13:8