“Clerical malfeasance,” says Sipe, “has always centered on three issues: power, money, and sex” (Sipe in Shupe, 2007, p. preface).”
I am still lashed to the mast of my faith. The storm is over, the waves and the wind have obeyed.
Help: to further the advancement of.
Hinder: to make slow, or difficult the progress of.
Now, I’m not much of a drinker, I like to have lots of self-control within easy reach. After that raw discourse yesterday, I have a vulnerability hangover.
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.
Clerical malfeasors lie to the lies in you…
Tears rolled down hollowed cheeks…
He reaches with hallowed hands.
We sit in quietness and strength.
The fisher of men and me.
We sup at the sea.
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.