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I’ve been crying... really hard, like out loud with tears literally pouring down my face.  At first, my mind was sort of numb, not knowing what to think, and then realization just submerged me and I had too much to think.  I received better news and I’m so so so SO SO SO relieved to hear what was previously told me was not true.  But my fears are nevertheless alive.  

In short, there’s this adorable little boy in our church, so innocent and precious, about 4yo.  Just a while ago, we got a phone call from our pastor saying that he was in the emergency because his procreative organ was very swollen and secreting a white fluid.  According to the doctor, this child had had violence done to him.  More likely than not, sexual harassment and abuse were carried out by a public school teacher.

I was so shocked, that a toddler in OUR church had been sexually abused.  This type of outrage suddenly became real and I shook uncontrollably.  As my family gathered around to pray for H’s healing in both body and mind, I wept and I wept.  My heart still cries right now to think of it.

I have always known the public school was a government-supported institution of evil, but I never even thought that the teachers might actually attack a child, a INNOCENT child!!  I knew they taught and indoctrinated un-biblical things.  I knew they brainwashed the kids with lies from Satan, but I just couldn’t believe they would physically harm the students.

Most of you probably don’t know, but I have been heavily involved in our church’s children ministry for quite some time.  There are about 30 of them, I have grown very, very, very close to each child.  The sole reason I pound Bible truths over and over again into their minds is in hopes that I’m “training them in the way they should go, and when they are old, they will not turn from it.”  I admit, sometimes I can be very firm and straightforward, but I’m so scared they won’t hear me because their minds are so full of the wrong things they’ve learned in school.  I love each child so much, my worst nightmare has now become seeing the children 5, 10, 15, 20 years from now totally away from God and loving their way of life or unable to find their way back to God.  My worst nightmare... one which I would cry just about as hard for as I did and am for H.

While I was praying with my family, every single child’s face stared at me, and I felt so much responsibility over each one.  I felt so much fear about what they were encountering in school, and not even knowing was wrong.  I felt so much pity for the parents who so ignorantly sent their most beloved and precious to places of destruction.  I felt overwhelming sense of helplessness to prevent that ruin.

Perhaps, when public schools were first started, the intentions were right, to educate children in writing, reading, and ‘rithmetic, but now, there’s so much more.  And that much more is not what we want in the next generation (I know, I sound old, because I feel that way).

I know I said that what was told me was not true.  The doctors analyzed later and discovered H had not been circumcised and a child just probably hit him in that area, causing the organ to become infected.  My mother says, it’s very difficult for doctors to determine what exactly happened and the doctors would have trouble creating evidence for the first diagnosis.  From the bottom of my heart, I’m praying the second diagnosis is true, and that H has not been abused multiple times and that if he has, the LORD would erase that memory from his mind and body, and that he would return to original innocence.

Pray for every child you know in public schools.  They don’t know what evil lies around them and they have no way to protect themselves.  They so badly need God’s love.

~CJ

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