Spiritual Widows & Orphans
“I’m here; send me!” That was roughly 20 years ago. He called me to tell the truth. I am called to be a truth-teller. Like Edward Snowden, the infamous whistle-blower, I pretty much lost everything. It costs much to follow Yeshua, the Messiah. To tell the truth. It’s a lonely journey with not many friends. Or people who get you or explain why you share so much of your dirty laundry. Why not just move on, forget the past, forgive and forget.
I can’t. Forgive and forget and move on. Forgive, yes, but, forget, sorry, I cannot do that. Move on, yes, I am moving on…at His leading…at His direction…at His beckoning.
I am called to tell the truth…A voice crying in the wilderness. There are other voices crying out in their own wilderness. Can you hear them? Crying, pleading for help with their eyes to anyone who will notice. Those are the voices of the women and children, the widows and the orphans that have been abused, abandoned by the church. Many sit week after week in the churches and synagogues. Many will sit quiet, like submissive wives. Some will smile. Some will tell you that they are “fine”. All the while, she lies to the world but mostly to herself to protect herself from the wrath of the captor, her husband. (I am not saying that women cannot be the abuser by the way).
When a person finally cries out for help, the abuse has most likely come to a place where she fears for her life and the life of her children.
Widows and orphans. Crying. Alone. In the desert of their despair. We, who have escaped, we are angry. We are frustrated. We are fed up. And why wouldn’t we be?
For generations, we’ve been told to forget the past and move on. Forgive. Stop being a victim, stop being dramatic, stop being a drama queen, as some would call it. Shut up and be quiet. Obey the word. Women are not to teach or preach.
They are to be quiet, subservient and to learn from the men.
I. WILL. NOT. BE. SILENT. I WILL SPEAK OUT IN BEHALF OF WIDOWS AND ORPHANS. THE BRUISED. THE BROKEN. THE BATTERED. THE ADDICTED. THE AFFLICTED…THE INVISIBLE.
I am here, send me.
