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What I am continually shocked with is what lies beneath the ‘good’ Christian folks from the FALC.  How on the surface there remains a veneer of smooth carefully constructed Norman Rockwell painting and underneath lies the drawings of an insane mind.

The juxtaposition between the two always catches me in the gut when they attack what is written by those of us who have left, their viper tongues never cease to amaze me. 

The words and energies strike such a contrast to the ‘clean’ lifestyle that is presented to the world.

Reminding me of the “Gates of Heaven” cult whose compound is in Texas. The women in the ‘old time’ dress, the lack of anything ‘worldly’ and yet the men are marrying girls of 12.

It isn’t that I set out to uncover or discover that beneath the cover of nice clean living lies the devils playground, but I did.

And each time a member comes in and makes comments to one of the blogs, it sadly affirms who they truly are. 

Just as you can’t judge a book by its cover…so is it with the FALC.

It isn’t how they dress or what they refrain from, but rather what lies within each person.  Their content is how they treat other folks who are not from church, or those of us who have left.

The first public outing I had to make after my father’s Criminal Sexual Assault became public, (only to the church members) I had wondered what I would say to them, how I would be able to talk about it when they stepped forth. 

Well it was all for naught.  For when I arrived at the school, the first person I saw who was from church turned away.  And so did the half a dozen or so more. 

NOT one came up to me.  Where as in the past, we had a few social small chitchats, a smile and passing comments…but when my tragedy struck I became as a stranger.

Their response to me added shame to my already fragile state…my abuse was to ugly to approach.

They were unwilling to help me carry this burden of being abuse. 

I had one phone call from a Christian Sister and said was, “Remember, there is no sin to great to forgive…”  Meaning my father. Her main concern was him.

And that is the way they have continued forth…defending Him and ignoring me…or the bold ones will attack me.

I have been left alone to carry my burden of abuse…and what I know to be true, this is exactly how they treat the children, the children are ignored and their main concern will be about the adult who did them harm.

I am not telling lies out of school, but I am saying how I was treated…it is what it is.  I have experienced what lies beneath the clean Norman Rockwell painting…is the opposite of what it looks like.