Delila Jahn
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« on: January 04, 2004, 06:54:53 am » |
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This is my last message so I'm saying it all Then I'll shut up and go away
I like that Mary M. story in the bible. Not just because I’m named after a whore in the old testament either. That sounds awful. I shouldn’t write it. Really, I can’t help my name. Blame my mother’s fascination with Tom Jones if you must. “Why why why etc.”. Makes me sick, a man so vain. And on that note: vanity. Who do I think I am anyway, posting something that calls our former leaders - and some current George appointed leaders that continue in some places - to come out of the closet? To name their sins and thereby set the rest of the captives free. [Either they have no regard for the souls of men or else they’re so enjoying the fact that other are set to work daily peeling grapes for their consumption, padding their egos, seeking their ‘counsel’ that they couldn’t bear to part with their positions] ‘Who does she think she is?” no doubt some have asked themselves as they read the BB. Well, I’m nobody with GG assembly credentials, though I labored like a stupid horse for seven years. “It’s not how you begin the journey,” G would say, “It’s how you end.” I left in utter shame. I left after I was raped by a guy I’d introduced to the saints and who was being discipled by a leading brother in Calgary. After it happened of course, I was too ashamed to do anything but try to pretend it didn’t happen. I’d put myself in a compromising position, taking a ride home with him after the prayer meeting. We were ‘friends’ and he was going to ask that leading brother if we could ‘spend time’. He never did, that I know of. “It’s like we’re married already” he said afterward. I almost threw up. Just cried and cried for days. Poor me, really. Should have known better than to get myself raped. So I didn’t tell anyone. Shortly after this happened I stopped going to the meetings. There was no point. I couldn’t pray or worship anymore. What was the point? I blamed myself. My life was over as far as God was concerned. I couldn’t tell anyone in the assembly, regardless how much I respected the leading brother’s wife (Diane). She was a sweet lady, a kind person and gentle. Still, I couldn’t face them. But he could, this guy. He could face them fine. He didn’t have a problem with this. And he didn’t call it rape at all. He just ‘had to use the arm’ on me. Obviously, I had no self esteem at this point. None. He’d known the Lord a long time and had different standards and though he didn’t even let on that I was anything to him in front of the saints, he maintained that in time we’d ‘make things right’ by getting married. He acted like nothing was amiss and planned to go on with the leading brother and myself to Fullerton for the winter seminar that year. And they went. I did not. I set my answering machine to screen my calls as I’ve already written in another post. I was finished. I was without hope and without God in the world. This guy continued to lead bible studies on the campus, replacing me as he’d already started to do before the ‘incident’. He went to Fullerton, was asked all kinds of ‘personal’ questions by Tim. Tim, at least this guy said, blamed me for enticing the guy and they held on to him. Eventually, the guy dropped out of fellowship too. A few girls came out of the wood work at the university, asking me if I’d had a ‘relationship’ with this fellow - they were asking because so were they, they’d just found out - at the same time - like hens in a hen house. One of them also claimed to have been raped by the guy. I don’t know if any of them were Christians. This guy was the only one I had spoken to about what had happened. I did not have any friends in which I could confide outside the assembly and outreaches. I took a live-in nanny job for a single mother in the deep south-west end of the city and disappeared. A while after that I bumped into this guy’s ‘neighbour’ who was also at the university. She told me she’d taken him on as a project, taped some Oprah episodes about people with sexual addictions and had also approached Bernie who was still trying to ‘disciple’ the fellow. I never had the guts to come right out and tell any of the assembly what really happened. Not until now.
When I tried years later to reconcile to the assembly, I wrote some letters, one to Tim. I got a letter back saying basically that he hoped I was really repenting because last time he heard about me I was running around in accusation of the brethren. He never once asked me what really happened. The truth didn’t matter. Just that I had compromised by even being alone with the fellow. And that much is true. I shouldn’t have been alone with him. I was stupid. Still, once the damage was done, it was done. None of those verses: Neither life nor death nor principalities... yadda yadda yadda helped. I was used to being cut to pieces and cutting myself to pieces over very little things; this sin was unforgivable. Remember, I’d been disciplined severely in front of all three leading brothers in Ottawa once for talking on the phone and accepting a note from a brother who never so much as touched me or made overtures to that affect. I felt like a whore then. How does that compare with what happened with this ‘new’ one they were trying to bring into fellowship. Sisters were a dime a dozen. It was big strong, responsible brothers they were looking for to lead the meetings. They couldn’t have a sister in charge of campus outreaches forever now, could they? This fellow was important to Bernie. So I tried to survive without God. I met some good friends and had a good time in the world, finished my Bachelor of Education and got a job teaching in the far north. But poor Calgary, and I did feel guilty for that. The campus ministry basically folded shortly after I left. Despite all the visitors and the big turn out at our campus bible studies and all the new contacts, I had failed God and there was no hope now for me in the assembly. None at all before God. So, who am I anyway, to say such things? Apparently, I am no different in regard to being a sinner than any of those leaders I call on to come forward and confess their sin. After all, it’s good for the soul. I’m no different at all, except I was not an abuser of others. And that I’m a woman and I imagine that alone would abhor GG. And by writing any of this, I am not justifying myself. I can not justify myself. The only difference between myself and the leaders who are absent despite the fact that most of their ‘sheep’ are wondering around, is that I never chose to destroy another human being so that I could look a little taller or appear ‘more spiritual’ in my own eyes. I never stepped on anyone in order to bow their will before me, to cause them to conform to my way of thinking, to extinguish their autonomy. I never shook my head to another saying “That sister, boy has she got a lot to learn!” And had that abuse not been dished out to me, despite what happened or how I fell or compromised, there still might have been hope for me. Of course now I realize that all this is simply a matter of perception. And I perceive things differently now, especially lately, so of course there is that hope for me if I’m willing to take a chance on God again. I’m not here on this web site because I have a monopoly on the mind or will of God or pretend to be the least bit spiritual. I asure you, I know I’m not. I caution any of those who ‘read’ as guests but never think you’d stoop to post with the likes of us - Are you spiritual? I’m here because it’s the right thing to do. I had unfinished business here. We all do, I think, all of us who were involved in this abusive dynasty that has imprisoned so many for so long. In contrast, these ‘workers’ of George saw it their duty to protect his reputation and his vested interests in maintaining the dynasty regardless of the lies they had to tell and the people they had to step on and coerce and manipulate and bully in order to maintain that power. Wow. Now I have nothing to hide, it’s liberating. Come on George and all those who were too close to the abuse to see it for what it really was, jump in. The water’s great. I’m going now so there will be lots of room for you. Take a bath. You probably need one.
Good bye everyone.
Delila Ruth Hesketh (nee Jahn)
PS: remember that verse: confess your sins to one another and pray for one another Well, do that. Good sailing to all.
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