A Night Out with Yahweh: The Intimate Inspiration of God

By Dr. Wanda Ann Rogers

A Night Out with Yahweh: The Intimate Inspiration of God by Dr. Wanda Ann Rogers

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781644689363

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Chapter 1

Why We Need God

The year had to be about 1965. I was approximately four years old. I had three older sisters and one younger sister and two older brothers one younger brother. I will never forget the two beautiful Caucasian missionaries who came to pick us up every Sunday for church. The church was the Church of God in Christ.

The church denomination had no significance to me as a child. The love we received is what I will always remember. The missionaries came and picked us up and took us to the church, sat us on the front row, and gave us lots of pennies to place in the offering plate. At the church, they gave us candy to take home. Sometimes we would keep the pennies to pitch pennies at the wall once we were at home.

Today pitching pennies is a game that is probably unknown to some people; it is a form of gambling. Whosever penny got closest to the wall would win the others’ penny. This was the lifestyle in which we were being raised at that time. My dad was a hardworking man, and my mom was always at work but lived the fast life—gambling, drinking, and partying, but would send those who wanted to go to church on Sunday.

I think I told the story briefly in my first book You Suffer You Reign. I was about seven years old. We went to the corner store, a couple of my sisters and brothers and me. We were always stealing from the corner store, but this time, we got caught in the act. The store owner called my mom; she was very angry about what we had done. I will never forget waiting my turn for my butt to get torn up.

This was my first conscious encounter with God, and I cried out to Him to spare me and let Mama forget about me. I think I was third to the youngest child. Although I didn’t know God intimately, I clearly understood he had power. I knew that if I cried out to Him from my heart, he would answer. I think some of the stuff that I was hearing at church sitting on the front row had sunk in. However He came through, when my turn came, Mama was tired or too busy doing other things after the first three got their butts tore up.

I think I’ve been trusting and loving on what God put inside me ever since that day. I had no relationship that could clearly be seen on the outside, but there was something living inside of me that could relate with the Spirit of God.

Now I have experienced, as a little girl, gambling and stealing. Now here comes that lust demon through sex. Let me explain to you why I believe that the apple that Adam and Eve bit was probably sex. Eve gave the apple to her husband. One may think that men’s sexual desires are somewhat stronger than women, but in my experience, a woman’s sexual desires are kept under cover more so then men.

I had a deep desire even as a little girl to interact with older boys, even men. I know I’m going really deep here, but my desire is to help some other young girl and keep her from going through what I went through—to help her understand that saying no and keeping those sexual desires in check is an option for better development through life.

I have heard a lot of stories how different women as girls, especially our famous women, have been molested as a young girl. In most of these stories, the girl had no recollection of what was really going on. She was a victim of sexual assault. However, that is not my story, not as a girl anyway. I experienced some of that as an older girl. In my childhood, I was more the villain, trying to get my jones on, as you would say. I was a nasty, fast little nappy head girl. These thoughts were surely not from God. They were put there by Satan. The desire of sex can be looked at as luscious fruit. This means once you start, you can’t stop.

Let me give you one example. I remember we had a shed in the back of our house. One of my distant cousins that I used to just really have a crush on was out there with some of the older siblings who were a couple years older than me. Yes, they were nasty also. I went into the shed, and I saw what they were doing, hugging and kissing, and boy, did I want some too. I jumped right in there, lay down, and was touchy-feely. I can remember my sister telling me to get away from here. They finally kicked me out because I was a little younger than they were.

The only individual that I can blame for that action is the devil, who tempted Eve in the garden. The Bible states: Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me (Psalm 51:5 KJV). I put the blame there. I was a mess.

If I can help one girl understand that once the door opens for impurity of sexual activity, your body will continuously crave it. You can say, Well, I’m going to just taste and see and quit it. It does not work like that. And I know that this is how a girl’s mind thinks because I once went through it.

Satan is a deceiver, very tricky. Take it from one who knows young girls. Keep your legs closed and keep your virginity. It’s not worth it to lose your virginity to anyone apart from your husband. Sex can wait! I think about: if I had a mom or older sisters who had taken time out with me, I might have been better. Mama was working hard trying to take care of us all while my daddy was away working on the railroad. My oldest sister did her best while mom was away. I put no blame there. I just wonder, had someone told me or if I had read a book explaining just how the desire will come and be deceiving, maybe I wouldn’t have ventured out sexually.

I have to tell you all this story. Maybe a couple of years after that happened, the deceiver came again. How many of y’all know not to leave a young boy babysitting your girls? Well, that wasn’t the case in our family. Mama had a friend with a young son; he was older than we were. He was right at the beginning of babysitting age. Mama thought it would be okay to leave us girls with him.

I understand now mothers can sometimes be so naïve, not even looking at the surroundings and what might happen. However, there are the three of us girls in the house and one older boy. The two older girls were in a room with the one older boy. I was in the other room watching TV, or so they thought. I went to the bedroom door and opened it. Wow! They were going at it sexually. You know what I mean—the real deal. I told my sister and the boy in action, I’m going to tell Mama. You better let me do it too. They said okay. However, I am a young girl, and it just wasn’t happening. I was too small, so he gave