Part 1: Life in the Bull Ring & The 2018 SS Backstory & Evidence

It does not escape me that when I bring things to light, regardless of how kindly I attempt to do it, some consider me to be the Devil’s little sister, at best, and his right hand (wo)man at worst… if not the devil himself. The way I am demonized behind the scenes — not only by main players — trickles back to me. I accept that as the price for truth. But my identity is not in human opinion.

That in mind, and recognizing how I stand to gain not one thing, to those of you who despise me so much, ponder this… What would compel a woman to return to the same bullpen for another round with the bull, knowing the bull is going to leave her torn to shreds? The, having considered that, do what you need to do. Say the things you need to say. Lie the things you need to lie. Cover up the things you need to cover up.

I will do what I need to do because I believe it is what my God wants me to do. I am not asking even one soul to agree with me. I am, however, asking God to show me one step at a time what to do. If I am delusional and not hearing Him, treat me like the sinner I am, and pray that God will save my soul. Because, until God makes it clear to me — not through buddies of the people I expose — that I am hearing wrong, I will do precisely what I believe He has asked of me. Precisely.

I will do it as gently as I know how, and forthrightly, because there is no other way. I will do it with a kind heart. Spoiler alert: exposing abuse and abusers, sexual or spiritual, and particularly those who are idolized, never feels kind to those wishing to hide abuse or protect abusers. It certainly does not feel kind to abusers. So, if that is you, without question you will be offended by me. I say, again, go do what you need to do. Say what you need to say. The vile things I’ve learned about myself in the past month or so accomplish two things:

  1. Remind me that I am on the right track. People are NEVER vile towards someone who isn’t disrupting something ugly in them or their systems.
  2. Made me more resilient and free to do what I need to do.

That in mind, I decided to post the 2018 fiasco, and accompanying documentation that I still had from forwarding to several godly men who offered to help bring reconciliation to my relationship with Steve. After reading it, each one bowed out. The only explanation I received, from one (representing a two people who had met with me) was that they are confident Steve will not hear them either. Another ‘friend’ offered to mediate. I took him up on it. He went out for breakfast with Steve. Steve whispered a few sweet nothings into his ears, and next he functioned more like Steve’s bouncer and/or sidekick, and next thing we know, he was invited to speak at an event mere weeks later. And I lost a ‘friend.’

While not in its entirety — because I don’t have it in me to go through the longer documentation, and some things would harm victims — here is much of what I shared with Anabaptist Sexual Abuse Awareness (ASAA). First and foremost, I aim to protect those already harmed. Victims gave me permission to share. I was able to reach all but one to request new permission.

It includes the behind the scenes delight of such an experience, complete with ASAA’s final letter, an apology from Kenny Kuhns that validated much of what I called out during the process. And my responses to ASAA, that I wrote at the time. Some I sent. Some I did not. If you are interested in getting inside my head, and why I was concerned already in 2018 — with very similar patterns as today — here is a lengthy document of screenshots, letters, confessions, and more, to dive into.

This is the bigger backstory to my ongoing concerns.

Attached is the PDF document. If you click on it, you should be able to scroll through and read it:

If, having read this, godly people — who care more for victims and the voiceless and the wellbeing of the church, than self preservation or protecting a buddy — can truly say this is godly behaviour and I should be able to overlook it here and accept it going forward, I would love to hear from you. In person. Give me solid biblical “this is the way Jesus lived and acted” evidence that I have it wrong, and I will try to learn a better way. So far, the people who have tried to sway me have not been able to do that. And, so far, they have all been buddies of those involved in this story.  

In a future blog, I plan to look at some of the deception in recent public apologies. (One example is stating — in my own words — “I was accused of rape…” and adding “it is all false.” But he failed to disclose that it was not a stand-alone allegation of rape. oThe concern was directly linked to the crime of incest, which is true, by his own admission to me and (allegedly) someone else who reached out to me. Another source shared it with me some time earlier, but did not disclose what their source was. It would be better to stay silent than to deceive the public. Given there is evidence by his own admission that the crime of incest, to which the allegation of rape was linked, is indeed true. Whether it would legally meet the threshold of rape or not, would depend whether his disclosure to the person who contacted me was false or not. In that disclosure, he is alleged to have said, of several [redacted individuals] that he banged them every chance he got, and banged anything that held still long enough. He also is alleged to have said when [redacted individuals] no longer wanted to participate, he pressured them verbally. That, by any legal definition I know, is rape. “No means no.” To coerce or force beyond a ‘no’ is… .what, exactly? When I asked him if the allegations are true, intermingled with some name calling and demonizing, he stated — in no particular order:  1.) that he took care of it long ago 2.) that I am demented 3.) that it was not rape (however, he did not respond to the allegations regarding coercion and his ‘banging” statements)  4.) and it is none of my business. In the next breath he sated that he had already disclosed this publicly. So why is it such a big deal for me, or anyone concerned about the well-being of victims, to ask him about it? 

It is right, reasonable and responsible to look at and shed light, because it is evidence of ongoing personal agenda, harm, and lack of repentance. It is not becoming of leaders who profess godliness and name the name of Jesus, to deceive the body of Christ. I, for one, will not sit by idly. My bible makes it very clear that it is not the answer. My bible calls us to action… To expose evil — and,  yes, deception, harming the vulnerable, all of that is evil. The ‘church’ or religion that is ok with looking the other way is not my church. And it is not the Body of Christ.

Jesus made it very clear where He stand in relation to Pharisaical (aka hypocritical) leadership. If repeated, unrepentant deception, including deceptive apologies to appease the public and maintain control, does not fit that category, then I’m not certain what does. I have reached out to Steve privately and given him opportunity to engage in respectful dialogue. I have been called demented,  been told my ‘mask for the serpent is slipping’ and more. Behind my back, he has called me a Jezebel and demon possessed. All for exposing hidden darkness. When I questioned him about some of the many allegations brought against him, rather than kindly state they are false (like his public confession said) he attacked and accused me. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, he made partial admissions to some of the things he stated publicly were absolutely false.  These are the matters I will address, with screenshots.  

While it can be hard to know what to do, even in the face of that uncertainty, there is either an inner repulsion or a passive disregard. It is the latter I speak against, not those who are distressed but have no where to turn.  

If you have questions, visit our CONTACT PAGE and send an email, or comment publicly at the end of this blog post. I do not promise that I will respond to all questions, depending on volume. I will not respond to hate mail. 

As always….
Love,
~ T ~

“Little girl, welcome!” (House of God; House of Horrors)

TRIGGER WARNING: The following poem contains graphic words and content related to sexual abuse of a little child in a religious setting.

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Back and forth. Up and down. Little fingers tracing the grooves between the block. Feeling the smooth and rough parts.
Blocks. Concrete blocks.Painted blocks. They made up the big building called the church.
“House of God” they called it.
“Sacred” they told me.
To the child, it was a house of horrors. More like hell.


Crouched beside the wall, running fingers along the blocks.
Unconsciously trying to feel some normalcy and safety.
Up and down. Back and forth.


Sometimes the bushes beside the block walls offered a little protection. I knew which ones offered the best cover.
Slipping between the wall and the blocks or inside the bush itself, I could listen and watch the shoes of members walking by.
Waiting till it was safe to retreat.
Plucking and pinching the red berries while I waited.
Eventually the bushes were taken away.

Exposed.
No place to hide anymore.


The building with block walls was where went to to hear about “god.”
Many songs sung about God’s love.
Lots of words concerning Heaven.
Being taught we were the only way to Jesus.


Up and down, back and forth.
Little fingers on those block walls.
Feel the bumps on the block.
Don’t feel the pain.


Inside those walls, good sounding words were spoken.
Inside those walls, hell broke open.
Jesus loves me upstairs.
The devil killing a child’s soul below.


Jesus loves me.


Grown men closing in. Trapped.
Tight grasp. Fierce struggle.
For one so small, I put up a good fight,
Finally breaking loose.
Force flung her against those blocks walls.
Cold, painted, concrete block walls with the tracing lines.
Ugly, painted walls.
Jeering and laughter.
She’s feisty. Too feisty.
Adult men closing in again.
Tight, painful grip.
A handkerchief to the nose and face.
That’ll teach you! Calm you down.
The block walls with tracing lines start spinning.
Blackness.
And pain.
Shuffling noises.
Presence behind me.

Restriction.
When will I ever be free?
Crossed legged on the floor in so much pain.
Ears ringing.
An adult male body blocks the doorway in a big X shape, making sure
We aren’t detected by the wrong person.
Behind him are seen- those block walls.

Dizzy, confused, in so much pain.
Being forced to walk back upstairs alone.


Jesus…loves me?


If no one protects me, there’s only me to do do.

“You’re to strong willed.”
“You’re rebellious.”
“You hate men.”
“You’re a feminist.”
“You’re bitter.”
“You need to forgive or you’ll go to hell.”
“You need to submit.”
“Your will needs broken.”


It all came from behind those “sacred block walls.”
They taught a child less than a whole handful of years old that
An adult male ultimately loved a child through sexual encounters.
Oral sexual encounters.
Any sexual encounters.
Rape.


Up and down. Back and forth. Trying to make sense of it all.


There was no good sense to be made. None.
There was no “God” in all that happened there either. None.
She turned and walked away from hell.
Screaming,begging if there was
A true God, could she please experience Him?


Words from inside those block walls:
No. You’re walking away from truth. You’re headed for hell fire.
No matter what happened to you, God’s will is for you to accept
It and forgive. You’re bitter. You’ve turned on God.
You’re deceived.
Have you forgiven yet?
How do you even give God another chance?
How have you not given Up on it all?
I did. I gave up on their “god.”
That god is a lie.
That god is not real.
That god is the devil himself.
I gave up on the god thrown at me behind those block

Walls. He wasn’t there in “that” at all.
She knows now that Jesus does not abuse.
Neither does He endorse abuse.
The real Jesus doesn’t force her to be mistreated.
I haven’t given up on God.
No.
I’m finally learning Who He really is.
Do they say I’m lost?
Yes.
Do I care? No.
The God I know now set me free from the
Imprisonments of those hellish block walls.
No justice on earth could ever repay what happened inside those block walls.
Some day all will be made known.
Justice is in the hands of the court of higher powers.
I walk free.
Free to find truth.
Free to pursue healing.
No more block walls.
Only freedom. And healing

~ Little Girl ~

No child should ever, ever have to experience this hell in the name of any god. And the True God will never bless the house that overlooks, enables, or protects the perpetrators. Justice is coming, via the One True Advocate.

Little Girl, you are worth so much more. You are cherished. You are precious. Your courage is the hope that every other little girl needs.

Little Girl, you are loved.

As always…
Love,
~ T~

© Trudy Metzger 2024

Sherry Showalter’s story of sexual, emotional and spiritual trauma and healing

Introduction:
The following story was sent to me via Messenger, from the author, whom I had never heard of before. She asked if I might share her story, so I asked if she wanted me to share it on my blo
g. That’s how this post came to be.

As you read her story, parts that bring her comfort may be triggering for you. .

Over the years, victims have shared with me how hard it is to sit in church — sometimes the very building in which they were sexually abused — and listen to ‘the right words’ when they were treated so harshly. Their suffering shamed and disregarded, while their abuser was forgiven and coddled, accepted as godly, and embraced where they were rejected. Some find comfort in church again. Some never do. Both are ok. There are other ways to find fellowship without a designated building.

Many have also shared how triggering it is to hear that God will use our trauma for good. This is particularly traumatic if you are taught that the horrible things that happen to you are somehow ‘God’s will.’ What kind of god ‘wills’ for children to be raped and abused … and then ‘uses it for good’? And what kind of ‘church’ promotes this warped theology?

Children being raped is not the will of any God I would trust. These horrific acts are not his will, nor is the harm survivors suffer. They never were His will. They never will be. It is called ‘spiritual bypassing’ to avoid contending with hard reality and try to explain away harm by spiritualizing trauma and tragedy.

God’s will was that we run around naked in a garden, oblivious to all but relationship and beauty. That was God’s will. He didn’t make evil, death and trauma ‘his will’, just because that’s where we find ourselves. He redeems. He restores. But He doesn’t bring sexual abuse and violence into our lives and call it His will.

His will, to be true to His nature as shown in the bible, must always be redemption, restoration, healing and wholeness. Not the hell of life. That suffering is the tragic aftermath of human sin. And human sin never is God’s will, therefore nor is the aftermath of it. That, or He is not God at all. He cannot be both the Redeemer *and* the one whose will is that we suffer at the hands of sin..

As you read Sherry’s story, remember that ‘bringing good from evil’ doesn’t mean, ever, that the evil was designed by God or ‘God’s will.’ And if you can’t step foot in church because of the trauma and abuse you have suffered, I reckon Jesus will sit with you outside of that building. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

It wasn’t.

~ Trudy ~

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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ sexual and spiritual abuse.

I feel like it is time to share a little piece of my story and testimony.

First, I want to say the following:

1) I want to state, that not all plain conservative churches respond to sexual abuse in the way mine was handled. I have since been a part of a conservative group that were NOTHING like how I grew up.

2) This is NOT a poor me, pity me post. This is, however, a post of how God can take the most awful things done to us by those who call themselves Christians, and use it for good. It is about God taking the ugly, the darkness and the lies I’ve been told and replacing it with His Wholeness, His Righteousness and His Truth.

I believe it was the year of 2008.

I was living in the basement of a couple from church. Over time, I came to trust them and open up to them. They gave me a lot of sound biblical advice. They cared. One night I decided it was time I tell them that I had been sexually assaulted. They had promised that they wouldn’t tell anyone. “Well, at least not right now,” he said. I went to bed that night feeling lighter in heart and spirit than I had in a long time. I no longer carried my shame and pain alone. I thought I would finally be able to heal from the trauma. Maybe the future would be okay to face after all. Little did I know the pain, the betrayal and the heart crushing trauma that lay ahead.

The next morning, I was informed, at the breakfast table, that one of the ministers and his wife were coming over any minute to talk to me. I asked him, “you didn’t tell them what I shared did you?” Yes, he said, I did. I felt my heart leave my chest and drop to my stomach with a gut wrenching nausea. I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone else about it yet! I used up all the courage I had the night before! They arrived and I had to talk about something I wasn’t ready to share with anyone else at that point. As we talked, I was informed that I would need to make a confession in church because it had happened even after I was a member of the church! I was horrified and tried to tell them it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t want it! I plead with them while tears streamed down my face and my whole body shook from the inside out. It didn’t change their minds. They said, by confessing it to the whole church I would find healing and forgiveness.

On the night that the church gathered, I sat there and made a decision. I would wall off another piece of my heart. I would bury it where not even God could find it. Anger boiled inside me as my trauma, shame and ugliness was told to the whole church. I was re-traumatized that night. I felt assaulted all over again in front of the whole church. I felt even dirtier and more shame than before. I walked to the back of the church where I stood as each member came and shook my hand. Most of the members said, “we forgive you.” A few said nothing at all. 5 ladies whispered in my ear, as they pulled me in to embrace me, “I am so sorry this happened to you, or you didn’t deserve this.” (Those 5 ladies will forever have a place in my heart ❤️) But to each person who said “we forgive you” I wanted to punch them and scream at them, “THIS WASNT MY FAULT!” By them saying, we forgive you, they were telling me that it was my fault, that I had some dirty sin that needed to be forgiven! (Or, that is what it felt to me they were saying)

Something happened to me that night that changed me in ways they will never know. Only after much counseling have I been able to heal and forgive them for the pain, trauma, and the spiritual abuse they caused me. After many years I am finally at a place of wholeness enough to share.

A few people who have heard my story have asked, “how are you even still a Christian and go to chruch?” I answer them with a question, “How can I not?” How can I not be a Christian and worship God in a church house? It wasn’t Jesus who failed me or hurt me, it was people.”

Jesus found that piece of my heart that I buried away. He nurtured it, He held it and when I finally let Him, He healed it. He put it back in place. My heart is whole, but it has many scars on it and that is okay, because you want to know something? Jesus has scars too and He bears those scars for me and for you.

To anyone who has experienced this trauma and pain, or any other, you are not alone. I care about your pain. I understand if and why you may not have the courage to set foot in a church right now. And that is okay. Your heart needs time and space to process and heal. I know God will bring to you healing from the darkest of darkness in your heart. One day you will be able to go back to church and realize that it’s okay to be there, it doesn’t hurt anymore because of what Jesus will do in your life.

‭‭Philippians‬ ‭1:6‬ ‭TPT‬‬

I pray with great faith for you, because I’m fully convinced that the One who began this gracious work in you will faithfully continue the process of maturing you until the unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ.

– Sherry Showarlter –
Bio: Sherry is married with a son who is a miracle. She loves singing, animals, being a mom, gardening, and making food for other people.

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If you find yourself in a state of trauma and suffering as a result of sexual, spiritual or other abuse, there is support available. Finding a trauma informed counsellor who understands the harm abuse does, and helps you move beyond the harm to healing, is a powerful gift. I’ve heard horror stories of ‘counsellors’ — some licensed, some not — who have escalated the harm through ignorance, or who have no clue how to invite survivors to healing. If you have a counsellor and you are still stuck in the same place 6 months, 1 year, 2 years or — as in one case — almost 20 years later, I might suggest finding a different counsellor. If they urge you not to report or speak of the abuse, run for the hills. If they do not support you in what *you* need for healing, run for the hills. There are sincere and effective counsellors. Don’t give up until you find one, if that is what you need.

Above all, I wish you healing and hope. Life is hard enough with hope, to walk through this suffering with no hope is harder.

As always….

Love,
~ T ~

© Trudy Metzger 2024