Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.~Robert Frost ~
Living in a cult taught me something of unity. A common need to placate a serially angry leader and a perpetually raging God.
God had to be fed constant streams of ceaseless good works and His 'Mouthpiece' perpetual praise for speaking "his" word.
It took team work to keep God and his mouthpiece placated. A complicated system of double speak, ulcers, and covering for family and friends.
We were in God's refining process...or so we were told. This unified us to bear the refining process one more day.
We were told that we must crucify the flesh by sacrificing personal opinions and restraint in questioning the 'Mouthpiece's' decisions.
I finally found this unity to be utter nonsense.
It wasn't unity at all but rather mindless response to the torturous conditioning of an abuser.
Unity is when a Catholic and Protestant can spiritedly debate at work the role of Mary in the present day church and ride home together in peace.
Unity I have found to be in the accepting smile of my Protestant friends on Wednesday night Bible study as I say I didn't hear the pastor Sunday...I wasn't in their church.
I discovered unity in the in the understanding eyes of a co-worker when I shared my story...turns out she was in an abusive church too.
Unity stretched over five states as the call went from person to person: "She's out of the cult! They eloped!"
Unity, I believe, is to be found in the shared sufferings of the Body of Christ. Maybe suffering keeps me from considering my nonsense as sense.
Would you unite with me in prayer that an abuser will recognize her nonsense for what it is?
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