While I’ve seen the viral video, I haven’t seen anyone ask: Why is a 12-year-old girl sexually active? Why isn’t he getting her medical care? Is he angry because he loves his daughter, or because he’s failed as a dad and blames her? Who’s filming this and why?
I recently had the honor of talking to author and pastor, Daniel Darling, about surviving abuse, my upcoming book Not Forsaken, and the ERLC Caring Well Conference which I’ll be speaking at on October 3-5, 2019.
I had the humbling honor a few months ago of being asked to contribute to the Caring Well Abuse Report, which was being developed by the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC), the Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission (ERLC), and the Sexual Abuse Advisory Group. That report was released this past Sunday! My contribution is on Page 19. Whether you’ve survived abuse …
C.S. Lewis said of Heaven, “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” This Easter weekend, I contemplate Jesus and our resurrection.
Yesterday, Pope Francis published a letter addressing a Grand Jury Report which catalogs horrifying cases of sexual abuse mismanaged or intentionally concealed by leaders within multiple Roman Catholic Dioceses.
I had hand-drawn cards from my kids, a bottle of wine and roses from my husband, but I felt I couldn’t fully appreciate them. Mother’s Day just wasn’t about me. There was an emptiness that could only be explained by the hole that was left by my mother.
Because, no matter how smart, strategic, or passionate you may be, you have been sent out as sheep among wolves.
I stole his gun. I hid it, unloaded and wrapped in a towel, in a box of chintzy craft supplies, knitting, and fashion accessories I’d accrued as a teenager. It was the last place he’d look. I left the ammo in his dresser drawer. It was my way of mocking him, as if to say, “I’ve taken your power, but left the bullets so you can play marbles with them.”
In a dramatic piece published by The New Yorker, author Rebecca Mead refers to, The Passion of Emma González, comparing the plucky teen girl to Joan of Arc, and by implication, Jesus Christ. While the writer no doubt intends the saintly veneration of González, she is contributing to the psychological crucifixion of these children.
These days, I don’t expect people to care. I don’t expect people to pay attention or comprehend a problem unless you rub their noses in it. Nevertheless, the level of apathy and negligence demonstrated by Broward County Sheriff’s Office shocked me.