When Dean Bruer’s truth was made public, you refused to expose the evildoers you knew about. Time and again (beginning when I was a teenager), when I personally needed help, you were nowhere. This was my faith in the very existence of a kind and loving God. Not my faith in “The Truth”, not my faith in a group of people, not my faith in a ministry. Crushed and lifeless, totally broken beyond repair. What will you find when you finally open the door? You will find the body of my faith, faith that has been with me for decades. I leave my load on the stoop and walk away. The cover has been nailed to the door as a warning to anyone who stops by expecting action, change, help, or even compassion. With a marker, they circled the part of the cover that carries the warning in small caps: “WORDS ONLY”. They tore the cover off of a copy of your gospel meeting hymn book. I struggle with the burden in my arms and knock again.
“How much longer must we endure this drudgery? Surely things will get back to the blissful normalcy we deserve soon!” The words are loud and clear, no one is sorry for them to be overheard. The discussions aren’t joyful, but they’re not repentant either. I peek through a window and listen in on the conversations. The only sounds that might represent sorrow are the cries of “why me?” and “it’s not fair!” when another perpetrator gets caught.
Between their sobs they often coughed as dust from the ashes around them got caught in their throat.īut this house is different. What a pitiful state they were in! Their skin was covered with rashes where the uncomfortable sackcloth irritated it. I peeked in some of their windows and saw people weeping. I can tell because this house is different than every other house I’ve passed. How do I know I’m at the right place? There is no address. If you have an ounce of integrity, if you have any faith in Christ, if you have any feeling in your heart for souls beyond yourself, read this despite the discomfort. Reading this will be (and should be) VERY uncomfortable for you. The only way I can do this justice is by telling you a story that describes that. I am trying to help you understand where I am, why I’m here, how I feel, and who did this to me. You are very familiar with parables and stories.
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