Valentine's Day and a Pastor's Uninvited Advances: Recovery from Clergy Abuse
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Valentine’s Day and a Pastor’s Uninvited Advances

Conversation hearts were once my favorite Valentine candy. That abruptly changed one February evening as I walked alone to my car after church. He was waiting for me in the parking lot, his hand outstretched with candy hearts to pour into mine. He smiled and asked for a kiss. A kiss?

As the elderly pastor drew closer, I assumed he meant a kiss on the cheek. “No,” he said, “I mean a kiss on the lips. My wife and I haven’t had sex for a long time. Look at the hearts in your hand; they all say ‘kiss.'” Then he kissed me before I could object! I stood there in shock, eventually mumbled something about needing to get home, then drove away in tears. I was in my mid-twenties, married, and the mother of a second grader and a kindergartener.

Soon afterwards I told my family what happened. The pastor and his wife were close friends of my parents. Prior to my dad’s death, they would come to my parent’s home and pray with us. The pastor had recovered from cancer which gave everyone hope. His wife was my mother’s Sunday school teacher, and she was also a mentor to me. My mother was so surprised! She just couldn’t imagine why he acted that way. She encouraged me to “just be nice” and not to cause any trouble at church. I could not forget the trust my deceased father had placed in this man, however, so I decided to write a letter and let him know how deeply his actions hurt me. I thought he would apologize.

He met me in the parking lot the next time I attended church. He waved my letter at me angrily and told me I had completely misunderstood his intentions! He dared me to ever mention it to anyone again. I was dumbfounded. Soon I stopped leading the prayer group he and his wife attended, and before long I left the church I grew up in for good.

Some might think, “It was just a kiss.” But, the truth is it was a deep betrayal of my trust by a family friend with spiritual authority. As a result, my relationships with a beloved mentor (his wife), my church, and even myself began to change.

The “me too” disclosures in the media recently caught my eye. Many people believe holding a perpetrator accountable sets victims free. No doubt, a sense of personal power may be recovered in this way, along with hope for justice. I have found my own freedom, however, to be more closely linked to acknowledging the lies I came to believe about myself as a result and then allowing truth to penetrate the deepest recesses of my heart.

  • After this event, I remember analyzing my every action to see if I had somehow given the pastor the wrong impression? Blaming myself created a false illusion of control. Sometimes it is much easier to blame ourselves than it is to acknowledge that someone we trusted and admired betrayed us.
  • It also took some time to learn that “being nice,” as my mother suggested, was not helpful.  Did you know the word “nice” is not even in the Bible? Rather, speaking the truth in love, regardless of the perpetrator’s reaction, creates a pathway for healing as we face the truth about our wounds and allow the love of God to heal them.
  • In recent years, I have also discovered that rather than expressing genuine repentance, offenders often create a confusing smoke screen of anger to hide behind as they mislead others and further victimize the innocent. Real repentance is accompanied by lasting change that can’t be sustained by those who value their own reputations more than concern for the suffering they’ve caused.
  • Lastly, incidents like this can create caricatures of God in our hearts and minds that more closely resemble the characters of those who misrepresented Him to us. It’s helpful to look closely at our ideas about God and where they originated.

Recently, I purchased a bag of conversation hearts to sort out the “kiss” ones for the photo above. Do you know what I found? Hearts with words like “true love,” “hope” and “one and only” were also in the bag. Words that reflect the character of God as I’ve come to understand Him since my healing began. I think I still like conversation hearts after all. I just needed to determine which ones to keep and what to throw away.

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Comments

Claire
February 4, 2018 at 10:45 am

I am so excited for how God will use your story and wisdom! Thank you for sharing your heart vulnerably and clearly.



Myra
February 5, 2018 at 8:40 am

Looking forward to this walk with you, Joy. Thanks for the invite to this blog and your words of wisdom.



Rachel
February 7, 2018 at 9:19 am

This is so powerful, Joy. I hope it helps you on your healing journey, and I know it will help others who come here. You are an inspiring person.



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