Have you heard the one about the volcano?
I have the best Daddy in the entire world. My big brother is equally wonderful. My brother and I have differing opinions and personality styles, but I’ve never doubted he loves and respects me.
In 1989, I founded a new type of Women’s Ministry in my church. I was a stay-at-home mom with three sons. I taught Prenatal and Early Parenting classes, so it seemed like a natural fit for me to move into women’s ministry. My passion was to help women learn to be open and honest, get real, and draw closer to God. With the help of the Licensed Professional Counselor on staff at our church, I began a support group under her direction entitled, “S.O.S.: Search or Support.” My email is still email@example.com because I still communicate with many of these women.
The group started based on a variety of needs. Some women were recently widowed. Some women had been diagnosed with terminal or chronic diseases. Some women were in the midst of a separation or divorce. Some women simply battled depression and needed a safe place to be open, honest, and real and draw closer to God.
As the weeks and months moved forward, more and more of what I learned during our bible study times was difficult to hear. To find out that not all daddies are appropriately loving or that all brothers aren’t respectful was a shock to my soul. However, I felt a deep commitment to these women to be open with them, honest with them, be real and work together drawing closer to God.
Here is what I know for a fact: women who have been sexually abused or assaulted and have dealt with it can spot a sexual predator from a mile away. While the men are different, their styles and mannerisms are the same. They may have really charismatic personalities. Their wife may stand by the man knowing something is wrong but not knowing what to do about it; especially if money is involved.
Whether we like it or not; whether we understand it or not – something ignited and it’s not going away any time soon. It will most likely take 4-8 years to quiet down the volcano that erupted. Sadly, hard and dark volcanic rock will remain for generations to come and we will never look at the mountain the same again.
I'm not asking you to agree or feel shamed. I am asking you to feel compassion. That's all. Just compassion.