“I swear to you it was all lies.  I did not do what they said.  I swear I didn’t.”  The words came out as if squeezed out of a balloon held by a clown.  The sound grated on her own ears, so she bit her lip.  I could see the tears falling on the backs of her hands.  I understood completely. I said nothing.  Rather, I got up and entered her pain.

I have helped people recover from the abuses of pseudo ‘God focused ministry’ for nearly 35 years.

On the way back to my house, the pounding fear began to radiate out from my abdomen and make my hands tremble.

It sits there, in it's place, torturing me. I know I need to write. I know I need to confess. I leave it there with its accusing black sc

I have to work at not being frustrated these days.  All that we have been doing and want to do is in flux.  I am also in flux. 

The questions are many and answers are few. People don’t understand stuff like this.  Mostly, I don’t either. 

She was trying to be brave. It was important to her that I believe she really did not care about what he did to her.