I will never understand the apathy.
NEVER.
For almost 50 years I was closely connected to this mission organization called New Tribes Mission. First as the child of missionaries, and then as a missionary myself.
Many of us went to sacrificial extremes to bring the message of God's love to people who had never heard how much he cared about them. I thought we were motivated by a) taking Jesus' words seriously. Words like "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel." and b) a deep compassion for people who were needy, neglected, isolated and unreached.
I will never, ever comprehend how people who profess to care so much, actually care so little. About the words of our Savior who showed such a deep concern about child abuse that he actually said it would have been better if child abusers had not been born, and they should have millstones tied around their necks and be thrown into the sea. And I will never understand how little they care about the needs of hundreds of wounded MKs scattered all over the world who are the collateral damage of their crusade to reach the lost. Some of these children are now adults who are needy, neglected, isolated and unreached. And they don't care.
I have talked an MK back from the ledge so to speak, when she was about to give up and kill herself to end the intolerable anguish she has endured for over 50 years. I have communicated with one of the multiple personalities of an MK who suffers from a terrifying mental illness because of abuse she endured in one of NTM's training centers. I have shed tears for an MK who tells me that repeatedly in her lifetime her parents have chosen NTM instead of choosing her, and are still doing so to this day. I have heard from MKs who basically spit with disdain on their parents' faith, because their own life experience has made that faith feel empty and soulless. I know MKs who have tried to make their voices heard, and have been ignored. I also know MKs who have run far, far from any connection with anyone remotely connected with NTM, because of their great, unaddressed, unhealed pain.
Story after story. Horror after horror. Neglect, abandonment, cruelty, abuse, rape and murder. Cheating, lying, unfaithfulness, hypocrisy, deception, evasion and manipulation.
Day after day, night after night, this has been my burden. My mission. My ministry.
And WHO CARES????
I have grieved so deeply, for so long. I grieve for all the innocence lost. For all the trust betrayed. For all the tears ignored. For all the cries unheard and pleas disregarded.
I grieve over the sense that I have that so few parents are willing to walk the hard road of repentance and enlightenment. To own up to our failures. We failed our children. We failed our God. I grieve because I see so many parents running away from that path, and instead choosing self-preservation, self righteousness, self service, self economic survival. Choosing their own needs over the children's needs. How can this be???
I grieve the loss of credibility, my loss of faith in an organization that I so long thought stood for compassion, hope, grace, mercy. The way of the Cross.
I grieve because I just don't understand. I don't understand the denial, the apathy, the hostility toward those of us who can't stop caring about the children.
It's about the children, people!! Oh, I'm crying now. My anger and frustration over this apathy just eats me up.
I have run out of words. But the tears are still coming.
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