Help: to further the advancement of.
Hinder: to make slow, or difficult the progress of.
This was not then, and is not now, a power neutral conversation. The alleged offenders are esteemed members of your organization and alleged Christian leaders.
I’m about to spit nails. People wield the language of CHOICE like a weapon. I’ll tell you who talks about CHOICE like that… People who damn well have it. That’s who.
How could I have been so blind? The answer is very simple – my eyes had been beaten shut.
I watch the horizon for hope as one shipwrecked on the shores; as one banished by brutality. I watch until my eyes are exhausted, my neck in a noose of tension, my shoulders sobbing at me to stop.
To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.
As Advent advances, I feel an increasing ache that only the maggots and the manager bring. It is an ache one long-held in ransom; one born in lonely exile; one exhausted by expectation.
We, who proclaim Christendom, have been nothing like our Christ.
Now that I am studying the anatomy of abuse, I run my fingers under the skin of slaughtered souls who are still alive.