I began writing this blog with tunnel vision and a desire to address (and hopefully provide answers to) a problem that thousands, if not millions of people have faced around the world. Its a problem that is not often acknowledged because on the trauma scale, it doesn’t rate as highly as death, abuse, starvation, child molestation, human trafficking (and the list goes on and on). Everywhere I look I see spotlights on these issues. But I never see a spotlight or campaign against what I believe to be the number one silent killer of our age: Spiritual Abuse. You may not have realised it had a name/label, but many of you will know exactly what I’m talking about. You know what our biggest stats are concerning the church of Jesus Christ? It's not how many people aren't saved. It's how many people walk out the door never to return again. Now that's kind of ridiculous considering the purpose of the church.
So I began writing this blog with a “Hurt by the Church” theme in mind - not because I wanted to rant and rave, criticise the church overall, or expose the offenders so they would never be able to do this again. No. That would be too easy, and not at all compatible with my character. The reason I went down this path is because I was/am overwhelmed by the pain I see all around me. So many hurt people. Family I love being torn apart by this silent killer, that I just wanted to find a way to acknowledge their pain, and help indirectly with their process. Even though I myself am dealing with this hurt, it is the tender heart of Christ that compels me. I knew with every fibre in my body, that God never intended for it to be like this (despite what it felt like).
But the more I wrote (as truthful as it was) the more I felt weighed down. I kept re-reading over the things I had written and couldn’t find factual fault with them. It was the truth. Surely the truth should be spoken? I couldn’t find a fault with my intentions - the motivation to help people was alive and well. I couldn’t locate the exact reason why I was feeling this way but I knew I was feeling it. What the heck was the problem?? So I offloaded to my husband and as per usual, he helped me make sense of things. This is my conclusion;
I am so much more than what has happened to me (and so are you). I am so much bigger than that particular problem - or any problem I am facing right now (and so are you). I have so much more to offer, than a burst of insight into one subject (and so do you!). I have been given so many answers and have experienced so much breakthrough in the two short months of our church closure, that SURELY that has to count for something (Thank you God!). Surely these things should take centre stage.
My centre stage will look a little different now. I will write about whatever God places on my heart because I trust that whatever needs to be said will be said at the right time. It may have something to do with these particular issues, or it may not. I guess you and me will have to wait and find out!