I find myself reflecting upon the girl I was … a girl who grew up in Idaho. Daughter of the piano player. Sister of four boys. The pastor’s pet. (This thought makes me the most ill).
How did I manage to get through the minefield of growing up in a “Body of Christ” church without even more scars?
Statistics show that a “pet” typically means a child who is being groomed for something horrendous, vile…yet, before anything could happen, the person left. I was left with horrific nightmares caused by emotional abuse…but I do not have the horrors of being physically harmed at their hand. I am a lucky girl.
Bad memories have haunted me of that place I grew up. The fact that I have such a strong faith in God is amazing. After all, all but 1 sibling has rejected Him. How did I not fall into the eternal victim state? It is, after all, justifiable given the things that happened.
As I reflect on the church I grew up, the system that sanctioned it and the people around me, I can only wonder at how man can be so desperately wicked and people so blind. The answer whispers within.
Perspective. It’s all perspective.
Peter walked on the water to get to Jesus, until he looked down, then he began to sink. Jesus rebuked him for his faith. But I wonder: did he lack faith…or did he lack perspective?
When he looked at the water…he sank. When he looked at Jesus…he walked.
Instead of looking toward Christ to their head, the adults in that church looked to a man. A charismatic, arrogant, self-proclaimed man of God. So, they turned away from Christ, and they began to sank and took a group of children with them.
Children who as adults are just now starting to address the memories and begin to walk away from the years of pain and nightmares. Children who are now parents and refuse to turn over their children’s souls to be devoured by the wicked hearts of men. Children who have quit believing the lie that the abuse was a result of their sin. Children who believe that God is good, people are evil. Children who refuse one more day to have the wrong perspective.
We … we will make the difference. We refuse to repeat the past. We refuse to allow the locust to consume every bit of our souls again. We will never again give over our spiritual authority to a man-made/man-centered system.
And although it has meant losing friends and even family, we will continue walking forward out of the darkness into the light.
I have decided to start sharing my experiences as a child growing up in the church. I have for a long time felt to remain quiet out of respect. However, as I hear of more children being sacrificed to a God that is not a true God, I can no longer remain quiet.
I MUST share. To warn parents of the dangers of religion…of offering our children to the man-made system called Christianity. Religion at it’s core is a beast. It’s sole purpose is to consume and use the fruit of God. Christianity today is a religion…not the Kingdom of God that Jesus came to establish.
Christianity is being shaken to the very core. Babylon the great is falling.
I just have one thing to say.
Fall. Baby. Fall.
The true Savior has returned. His kingdom is being established once again. God’s glory will fill the earth.
Oh what a glorious thought!