The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 2

This is the second installment of a two-part series. For background information please refer to part 1 of the identically themed article. 

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. – Romans 12:19-21

What Would Jesus Do?

Not long after we left the police station trying to process the events that had unfolded, my mom began to feel a sense of guilt. The countless calls she received from her church friends planted in her mind that maybe I perceived Nate’s approach incorrectly. Continue reading “The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 2”

The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 1

He held my hands and told me it would be okay, every hurt I had been through would be washed away with what was about to ensue. That was the guarantee that my molester gave me moments before he would proceed to take advantage of me. Being a defenseless child I endured every moment of it, and ironically at times I would ask to be molested. Why? Overtime I accepted the words of the offending party, I bought into the myth that sexual molestation was my escape from reality, even at the tender age of 4.  Continue reading “The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 1”

The Anatomy of Abuse: How to turn adversity into triumph

My heart raced, and beads of sweat began pouring down my face, eventually the world around me ceases to exist and I was drifting away into my own universe one where I questioned my existence. In my universe I was driven by fear of not being good enough, and the fear of being ridiculed. In my universe I thought of a world where maybe I could be perfect, maybe I could be different, maybe, just maybe I could be like others around me. Continue reading “The Anatomy of Abuse: How to turn adversity into triumph”