When all is said and done, by the end of this week, if all goes according to plan and schedule, I will have had my busiest week to date, for meeting with people. The reasons range from relationship coaching, to offering a listening ear to teens who have suffered sexual assaults, attempted murder, and attempted suicides to meeting with middle-aged individuals working through childhood abuse and violence, to cases of extreme spiritual abuse.
I anticipate I will have heard more stories, more pain, and more secrets exposed in one week, than ever before. As it stands, I have heard things already that shocked me. And I am not easily shocked, particularly in the front of spiritual abuse. So much so that, when one woman who called from southern USA and shared her story, I told her that what has been done to her is reminiscent of KKK.
What ‘Christian’ community sends messages to an ‘outcast’ member, involving dead animals with the heart gutted? Repeatedly. And then spreads the lies that the individual is a witch. It is the most shocking, most extreme thing I have heard, to date, coming from a conservative Christian community. And there is more that I won’t share.
A young boy is suicidal because he has been raped. Violated. Demoralized. A young girl has lost hope, and wishes to die because her uncle used her. A mother is in tears because her son’s violent outbursts leave family and friends, cowering in corners. Her son is but a child.
And all of these things happen behind closed doors, in the Christian community. Is it any small wonder that the enemy of our lives, the predator of our souls, wants to keep silence in the church in the areas of abuse and violence? The power this gives him is second to none. Because he can make God look like pure evil in the minds of victims.
When I read the story of Queen Esther, I think of the church of today and how enslaved we have become to the enemy. I hear the questions Mordecai asks her, and imagine God’s desire to free us from the death trap of all the abuse and violence to which we have turned a blind eye. I have no doubt that God is asking many of us, as Mordecai asked Esther, the hard questions found in her story. Questions that come with a warning, that if we choose silence, we and our children will perish. The generations to come will pay a price.
“Don’t think for a moment that because you’re in the (church) you will escape …. 14 If you keep quiet at a time like this, deliverance and relief… will arise from some other place, but you and your relatives will die. Who knows if perhaps you were (born) for just such a time as this?”
Queen Esther takes the challenge and warning to heart, and responds with:
16 “Go and gather together all the Jews of Susa and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. My maids and I will do the same. And then, though it is against the law, I will go in to see the king. If I must die, I must die.”
Oh the difference we could make in the lives of the children who have lost hope, the middle-aged who struggle through the memories, the elderly who tell their secrets for the first time, and the mothers who fear their sons. If only we said, “I was born to take a stand against evil. And if I perish doing so, I perish. My life is not worth more than freedom for my children and grandchildren.”
As I face the third day of this week, I anticipate great things. I expect God to move. Not because somehow I am ‘all that and more’. I am human. Broken. But I know this, that when I go to the King on behalf of one of these suffering individuals, and He extends His sceptre as a sign of His blessing, their world will change forever. They will know freedom.
The busy-ness does mean I won’t have time to write much. I won’t put out a daily blog this week. But I will embrace the purpose God has set before me, knowing that I was born for such a time as this.
© Trudy Metzger
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