I was asked recently about how and when I began to heal.
It was a good question and one I hadn’t really considered. But to my surprise, the answer came easily as well as instantly. So, I thought I’d elaborate a bit more on this subject of my healing in a blog post.
The much abbreviated answer is, “My healing really began...
when I opened a book.”
Of course, there was more to it than that, so here’s the rest of the story.
About six months after our dramatic departure from this assembly we refer to as “The Baptist Taliban”, I was meandering around in a small, local Christian bookstore. It was a simple pleasure that I had always thoroughly enjoyed- but never more than at this time.
I had several school-aged children then, so much of my days were given to ‘efforts’ at home schooling them. It was exhausting! Especially since all still doing school work were dedicatedly resistant to anything that even resembled a book, so I was often desperate for such ‘mindless wandering’ breaks.
Still processing the pain from all that had happened during the months before and by now acutely aware that I no longer had any friends, I found this little bookstore to be a calming sedating, inviting retreat. Skimming over the new books was also a welcome distraction from my constant, intrusive thoughts.
While scanning the titles, I happened upon one that instantly caught my attention. Two words--‘spiritual abuse’--were in the title of one particular book. Spiritual abuse? Really? I didn’t have to wonder at all what that meant, but I wasn’t sure just what to think of the idea.
I stood there staring at the book, not quite able to pick it up, but curious, perplexed, intrigued, even kind of embarrassed...all in the same instant- probably more embarrassed at the mere terminology than anything else.
After all, we had drawn such hard-lined, dogmatic conclusions about the very existence of mental illness as opposed to The Preacher’s belief that unconfessed sin was the only biblical explanation for emotional/mental problems, that I found the idea of ‘spiritual abuse‘ almost laughable! ‘Spiritual abuse’, indeed! Ridiculous!
Must be the contemptuous work of some atheist or worse, liberal theologian! I tried to dismiss it and walk away. Try as I might, I could not stop thinking about those two words that kept luring me back to the shelf where the book stood tall and conspicuous.
I wanted to pick it up, to open it out of intense curiosity, but I didn’t want to for fear someone would see me. I kept thinking, “What if someone from the church came in and saw me looking through a book about something as anti-God sounding as ‘spiritual abuse’?
They’d think I was on the lunatic fringe for sure! There’s no chance at all I’d be taken seriously then-even if by some miracle I was ever given the opportunity to explain myself.”
And I so wanted to explain, at least to those I considered my friends, that our...that MY decision to leave was valid, necessary, most importantly, Spirit led. I so wanted... so hoped... for my ‘friends‘ to understand.
Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I snatched the book, found a secluded corner... and opened it.
I did with this book what I did with every book that captured my attention. I read over the contents page; I flipped through the pages following- reading chapter titles and subtitles, scanning over areas where certain key words jumped out at me .
I could hardly process all that I was seeing! Chapter titles like: “Because I’m the Pastor, That’s Why!”, “Image is Everything” and “Straining Gnats, Swallowing Camels”. It was if someone had written a first-hand account of our very own Baptist Taliban experiences! This author understands!
Then there were abuse-identifying terms in reference to particular kinds of pastors. Words such ‘pastors’ use frequently to establish themselves as the authorities they desire to be to their congregations like: ‘Representatives of God’ and ‘spiritual authority’.
Then there were the buzz words that I immediately recognized as consistent with our experience: fear, shame, manipulation, distortion of the Gospel, formulas, legalism and many more.
Once I got the taste of validation revealed on every page, I could not help but yearn for more. Before I had even read it, I knew this book contained answers...answers to questions I had not yet even known to ask.
Towards the end of the Introduction by Jeff Vanvonderon was a definition. I read it and realized, without question, this is exactly what we had endured and survived....Spiritual Abuse.
“Spiritual abuse occurs when someone is treated in a way that damages them spiritually. As a deeper result, their relationship with God-or that part of them that is capable of having a relationship with God-becomes wounded or scarred.”
The full title was, “The Subtle Power of Spiritual Abuse” by Jeff Vanvonderen. http://www.amazon.com/dp/0764201379/ref=rdr_ext_tmb
I went home with that book.
It was only the first of many more to follow. It was the beginning of a long process that I have no problem calling, ‘deprogramming’, because that is literally what it was... and still is.
But, it was and is... a new beginning and the birth of my healing.







