Happy new year to all you blog readers. I hope 2013 will be a great year for you. My goal is to have as many people as possible buy my newly-published book, How I Was Razed: a Journey from Cultism to Christianity
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My new book took more than four and a half years to complete. I began it in March of 2008 and had the basic text written by September. Then disaster struck. My 486 computer died. A friend offered to help me diagnose the problem by e-mail, an offer I thought would be helpful. Once I had my computer all apart, she stopped writing to me. No amount of letters to her e-mail box coaxed her to reply. Though I bought a new video board, I couldn't get the old PC working.
I decided that placing an ad in local papers would be a good idea. Certainly somebody must have an old PC that they'd be glad to sell for a few bucks. Though I bought seven old computers and was given several junkers, none of them would run my Mastertouch screen reader software.
A blind friend came to my rescue by e-mailing me Vocal Eyes 3.0. This program was designed to work with a variety of speech synthesizers. After considerable fiddling, it cooperated with my Keynote Gold speech synthesizer hardware.
Research also took up much of my time. One example of this was the topic of the stigmata. Brother Herald (as I called him), the false prophet I once followed claimed to bear in his body the marks of Christ's crucifixion. Though the material I studied was fascinating, the sheer volume of documentation overwhelmed me. The same was true of the research I did on the Nahanni Valley, claimed by Brother Herald to be the location of the city of refuge for weak Christians during the end times tribulation.
Though I have two Bible programs, I needed to use them many times during the writing of How I Was Razed. First, I needed to find the scriptures that Brother Herald twisted. After that, I needed to show the scriptures in their proper context.
Since I used WordPerfect 5.1 for the manuscript, converting it into MS Word proved problematic. Because of that, I asked my editor and proof reader to put their corrections and comments between asterisks so I could find them easier. Then I made the corrections to the WP5.1 version of my manuscript.
I finally finished the book in June of 2012. Word Alive Publishers held a contest, the prize being publication of the winning manuscript. Mine lost but the judges gave me a great idea for the beginning of my story. Since that company's prices were rather high, I published through Virtual Bookworm Publishers.
I received my shipment of How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity early last month. For more about my testimony of God's graciousness, visit the Amazon and Barnes & Noble pages. My previous two paperbacks are available on this page.
Showing posts with label Nahanni Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nahanni Valley. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
HOW TO SPOT A FALSE PROPHET.
With all the preachers claiming to have prophetic powers or some sort of special anointing, how can we tell who is real and who is faking it? Deuteronomy 18:21 and 22 states, " And if you say in your hearts, 'How are we to be certain that the word does not come from the Lord?' When a prophet makes a statement in the name of the Lord, if what he says does not take place and his words do not come true, then his word is not the word of the Lord: the words of the prophet were said in the pride of his heart, and you are to have no fear of him." Oh, how I wish I had known this in the seventies. I would never fallen for a false prophet and teacher in a house church if I knew this test of a prophet. I wrote of my naivety in my upcoming memoir, How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity. This excerpt shows how easily I was fooled by a man I call Brother Herald and his assistant, Sister Roberta.
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Once I returned to Edmonton after summer vacation ended, I resumed attending Thee Church. "That's a cool painting," I said to Sister Roberta as I strolled into the sanctuary. On the wall above the baptismal tank, someone had painted a crude landscape consisting of a river in the foreground and steep green hills rising behind it.
"Brother Herald had a vision," Sister Roberta crowed. "He saw the place in the Nahanni valley where the City of Refuge will be. The plaster swirls on the walls matched what he saw exactly so we painted in the colours."
I stared at the wall, amazed that the brush strokes of the plaster lined up perfectly with his vision. It must be from God for it to work out so well, I marveled. I'm glad I'm part of such a spiritually-advanced congregation.
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God willing, I'll have How I Was Razed published later this year. Please check my previous books at the Bruce Atchison's books link.
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