I  don’t recall exactly how it started or when the decisive moment was. I do not know how I got to the point of being so deeply entrenched in apostasy and deception. I can not definitively point to one moment and declare that that is when the deception began and my destructive course was charted. I simply don’t know. What I do know is that I was convinced. I was convinced of my being on the right path. I was one of God’s chosen, His elite, His enlightened ones.  “Get into the River” was our mantra and our manifesto.   In my home church they called us the River People, and I was hopelessly immersed. Those that loved me enough had tried to warn me.  However, I did not want to listen to those I perceived as being beneath me spiritually.  They simply did not understand the river’s flow, I reasoned.  No, I wanted nothing to do with their life-vests; I was happy being adrift.

I have gone through some fairly signifgicant life changes over the past few months and have not been writing as much as I would like.  I am constantly researching but finding the time to organize the findings into a full fledged article is sometimes a challenge.  I have moved several states away, gone through my first hurricane, and gone from being self employed to being employed by a major ministry. While all the changes are good ( well except for the hurricane) change is demanding and takes a toll both physically and emotionally.  I am hoping that as things settle I will get more time to write.