Day 6 of 21 Days of Healing: The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

Day 6 of 21 Days of Healing: The Truth and Nothing But the Truth November 26, 2014

bfall-in-jackson-septy Ellen cross posted from her blog When Church Hurts

“Lo, I am with you always.” (Keep reminding yourself the truth of what God says. It is so critical to change your thinking about who you are in Christ.)

You know how jigsaw puzzles have a beautiful picture on the top of the box and the pieces inside are supposed to all fit together to recreate that picture? That’s what I expected church to be like. I expected that the things that I read in my bible, heard from the pulpit and in classes and seminars at my church would be played out in the way that we all lived life together. But, as pretty as the picture on the outside was, I could never get the puzzle pieces on the inside to quite fit together to make that beautiful picture. Sometimes the pieces weren’t quite the right shape. Sometimes they weren’t quite the right color. Sometimes pieces were missing. This is cognitive dissonance – when what you are being told and what is actually happening don’t agree.

For me, when the things that I read in my bible, the things that were being taught by the pastor and other staff and leaders didn’t agree with what I was experiencing, I made excuses for people. I told myself the pastor was just too busy and that he had a lot more important issues to deal with than for him to help me or respond to my requests for help. I told myself that if he just knew me better, if any of the leadership would just get to know me, if I could just demonstrate that I was a better person than they thought or had been led to believe, then they would see that I was worthy of help, of being involved, and of being acceptable enough to participate in church ministries. I convinced myself that there were lots of plausible reasons why I was being treated badly and if I could just have enough opportunity to demonstrate my worth, things would get better and all of the pieces would then “fit.”

I made all kinds of excuses for the people who treated me poorly and devised all kinds of reasons to convince myself that what was happening to me was “okay” and that I could live with it. I compromised my values (see Day 5) in order to justify the disregard and disrespect and diminishment with which I was treated.

So, I decided I needed to tell the truth and nothing but the truth to myself. And the truth was:

1) I was told that I could not attend, serve, or participate.
2) I was never told the reason for being ostracized despite repeated requests.
3) I was told that the reason could not be revealed or there could be “legal ramifications.”
4) I was treated harshly by the personnel committee.
5) My requests for help from the senior pastor were ignored and avoided.
6) My requests for meetings were ignored or cancelled.
7) The people who delivered the messages that I was unworthy had no relationship with me.
8) Denominational and church protocol for handling church discipline were not followed (I was never told I was under church discipline, but I was treated that way.)
9) I was told that I could not share what had happened or how I was being treated with anyone – not even my husband.

When I made this list I did not allow myself to make any excuses for what had happened. I simply wrote the facts. It was in seeing the actual behaviors of the leadership that I was then able to process the reality of the situation. I was able to see that I had been treated in ways that were in direct opposition to what was being taught and what the bible has to say.

And I realized that it wasn’t the puzzle pieces in the box that were wrong. It was the picture on the box top. The picture on the cover was supposed to be a beautiful scene of grace, unconditional love, forgiveness, honesty, reconciliation and restoration. Instead, the picture was of judgment, persecution, disrespect, ostracism, lies, and secrecy.

To be ostracized and not allowed to serve or participate in a church where service and participation are highly valued indicated that I was of little to no value to the leadersihp.

To be denied a Matthew 18 process in which I would be given reasons and evidence regarding the reason for my ostracism indicated that the leadership not only did not value me, but they did not value the tenets of the faith that they proclaimed to believe.

To be denied a Matthew 18 process because there could be “legal ramifications” was an attempt to scare me and, at the same time, it was an admission that the reason they were abusing me was a product of their own illegal conduct.

To be treated with disdain by a committee of high-level church leaders indicated that they were more concerned with protecting those who were at fault and diverting blame to me for asking that they help (pointing out a problem).

To be ignored and avoided by the senior pastor – the person I most looked to for help – indicated that he had no respect, care, or compassion for me. He was only concerned with surrounding himself with “yes” people who were highly regarded in the community so that he could build his kingdom.

To have such diminishing messages given to me by staff and leadership who had no prior relationship with me and, in fact, had never had any previous conversations with me indicated that they were willing to use the easiest method available to reject and devalue me. Were they to actually develop a relationship with me or have the messages delivered by someone who had a relationship with me would have made it much more difficult to convey these negative messages.

To not have denominational and church protocol followed indicates that they knew that what they were doing was wrong and would not hold up under their own or the denomination’s scrutiny. Therefore, they had to make sure to convey to me that I was not to ever tell anyone what they were doing to me. And because of the demand for secrecy, the underlying message was that I had done something to be ashamed of.

And what I realized was that I was the only one in all of those years who tried to live what I believed. I was the one who begged for Matthew 18, who wanted to talk, who wanted to extend grace and forgiveness and unconditional love. I was the only one who tried to live what my bible says and what I was being taught from the pulpit.

An enormous weight was lifted off of my shoulders that day. The weight of wondering what else I could do to prove my worth, to convince the church leadership and pastor that I was acceptable, and to receive the grace and unconditional love that had been denied me, were no longer my responsibility. I could see clearly and without all of the reasons and excuses I had always hoped for, I could come to terms with the reality of the truth and nothing but the truth.

Make a list today of what happened to you. Keep it simple and factual. Don’t dress it up with details or justifications.

Then make a list of what those facts indicate. Do not allow excuses to wiggle their way in.

What do the facts have to say?

If you would like, share some of what you have discovered in the comments.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Ellen is a member of the SASBN and she blogs at When Church Hurts

More about Ellen:

Several years ago I was the victim of a most heinous form of abuse unlike anything I had ever thought possible. Not having been raised in a Christian home, my first experience with Christians and pastors had been one of joy, grace, fellowship, love, and delight. When faced with the horrors of having the very essence of who I was as a woman of faith stripped from me in what I can only describe as spiritual rape, I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. This was church, after all, and I believed that everything works together for good for those who love God. Somehow, it didn’t make sense that everything was not working together for good. When I was finally able to resign myself to the fact that God was not going to “work this out,” I made my escape and sought a safe haven. 
Little did I realize that I was going from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. Oh, how I tried to beat back the flames! Oh, how I prayed and pleaded for mercy, for grace, for a chance. “But hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will toward” Ellen. 
He who began a good work . . . had forsaken me . . . and the silence was more than deafening . . . it was defeating. So intertwined were we, that as God went missing, so did Ellen. But I am nothing, if not tenacious.

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