We talked about sex in the summer camp dining hall. It was staff orientation, and we unpacked consent, abuse, and how virginity is a lousy measure of the purity of one’s heart before God. We deconstructed bad metaphors, exploring the significance of the incarnation and the imago Dei.She found me later, a young woman who’d been through hell and back. Her courage blew me away.“Thank you for seeing me,” she said, eyes shining. “Sometimes I feel so invisible.”
WE LOVE TO TALK ON THINGS WE DON’T KNOW ABOUTOur sisters’ and brothers’ blood cries out from the ground. Others bear unfading scars from sexual, psychological, physical, emotional, and spiritual abuses, suffered even at the hands of those claiming Christ’s name.We may not have hearts to understand, but we serve up solutions all the same… Continue reading here.
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
Christians, Stop Shooting our Wounded
By Suzannah Paul