I was molested at an overnight lock-in for my church basketball team by the most conservative Sunday school teacher I ever had. For almost three decades, this truth was buried deep inside of me while I burned with a visceral rage that I didn’t understand. For a long time, I hated all men who reminded me of my abuser. I’ve tried to repent of that hate now that I’ve realized more fully why it’s there. It seems to be a long... Read more