Why I Don’t Write “Exposés ” These Days
I get email…why aren’t you writing exposés, like the old days?
There are a number of reasons…
What people never understood was that to write about corruption in any given circumstance took a great deal of time and work to get it right…and not get sued.
I spent years developing and working a network of sources who had to trust that I would protect their identity…and who usually would never corroborate what I wrote publicly.
I would spend hours searching public records and sourcing private ones.
Once the story was written and published, I had to withstand the storm that followed…from those who believed you and from those who refused to believe.
Years of that took its toll in many different ways.
Today I have neither the health nor the time to engage in the work, unless something extreme like the Potters Field debacle arises.
I would find the strength to fight that battle again…
Having said that, the primary reason is that it really didn’t change anything…except my health and well being.
I primarily exposed abuse in evangelical camps…believing that the good people in churches run by abusive men would do the right thing and remove the abusers from leadership and support those who had been abused.
I thought that surely Christians wouldn’t tolerate the abuse of people in the flock they belonged to.
What I didn’t realize is that idolatry toward leaders is baked into evangelical systems and (with few exceptions) the abusers survived and thrive because their congregations chose them over truth.
Abusive pastors only have a place to abuse if they have a congregation willing to pay them to “lead”…and evidently, people will still pay even at the cost of others spiritual lives.
There are people in “ministry” today who really should be in jail… hailed as “men of God” by those they “serve”.
I will go to my grave haunted by stories I’ve heard that never made it here…I believe that people have not only been traumatized by spiritual abuse,but some have died because these leaders ruled unchecked.
I was never able to break through the silence of witnesses to establish the worst of what I know…but I still know it happened.
The ascent of Donald Trump as a champion of evangelicals pretty much sealed the deal…here was a man utterly void of any Christian virtue having a Bible thrust into his hands while other hands were laid upon him in blessing.
The issue wasn’t support of his political policies…it was the charade to baptize him as a man of faith that did me in.
Any damn fool could see that he was using the faithful for political gain…any damn fool would know from his past (and present) that he was anything but a believer.
Many evangelicals didn’t have the discernment of a damned fool.
He was charismatic and authoritarian and those are the keys to the kingdom in evangelicalism…character and faith are not counted as much.
Time and energy fail me in my desire to add the blind acceptance of those who claim to be “prophets”…the parade of grifters that emanate from Bethel and North Carolina and Kansas City.
They are all liars and cons who make a living mocking the intelligence and sanity of the faithful…those who drink the snake oil and declare themselves healed.
So… we watch as the young flee our churches…one generation disgusted at what they have experienced in the church, another not even remotely interested in the things of God.
We pretend that the reason they are unchurched is because they are full of sin and desire nothing else.
Maybe… it’s because they have the discernment of any damned fool…
There is a remnant…and every once in a while, like Elijah, God reminds me that it’s bigger than I know.
I did what I did because I loved the church and Jesus and hated that which harmed His followers and His name.
I have a lot of company, some that I actually know, many that I don’t.
I’m old now and I’m watching my non-evangelical part of Christendom fade into irrelevance right after I moved in.
Jesus is busily collecting lampstands and soon there will be a cost to calling yourself a Christian.
I’ve paid my dues already…