Friday, February 12, 2021

A Personal Reflection on Abuse


The pain in her gentle, refined words arrested me instantly.

I didn’t know who she was or even how I had found her Twitter account. I’m not an avid Twitter user and was honestly surprised to find myself scrolling that platform a few days before Christmas, 2020. But her words struck a chord in me:

Yesterday I underwent a several medical procedures under general anesthesia to stop the persistent and excessive blood loss I have been experiencing for the past few years. The parallels to my personal life and personal health are not lost on me. Our bodies oft reflect our abuse. 
Source 

I stopped to pray and found myself typing out a response. This woman had clearly endured much, and I wanted to support her. Something in her seemed to connect instantly with me. Sobered, I continued scrolling.

Not five minutes later, I came across an article that made my stomach drop. It was allegations of sexual misconduct against Ravi Zacharias.


RZIM: The Apologist’s Standard

I had heard of RZIM (Ravi Zacharias’ ministry) for years. I always thought of them as the “top-tier” apologists, the final destination to be able to successfully and graciously set forth the truth of the Gospel in a fallen and confused world.

I listened to an RZIM podcast for most of my time in college. As lies of relativism and the lure of worldliness swirled around me, the sanity that filled my car during commutes helped to keep me grounded.

When I was interested in attending the Passion conferences, it was seeing the names of John Piper and Ravi Zacharias as speakers that convinced me, the one who never attended youth rallies, that it was worth my time.

I’d heard Ravi speak of women who would try to give him personal information and how he wouldn’t even look at it but would give it to his assistant. As someone who spent much of his life on the road, it was imperative for him to employ accountability.

I had admired Ravi for so many reasons. That he could have stooped to sexual sin felt too devastating to consider.


Encountering Truth

Such a possibility was nauseating, but the thought of scrolling past and not knowing was worse. I clicked on the article.

I don’t remember now which article I saw, but I do remember the process of reading it. I’d learned enough in recent years to know that perpetrators flourish in systems that protect them, and I began to see potential evidence of that in the report.

Then, as I read, one name stood out to me: Lori Anne Thompson.

Lori Anne was Ravi’s most vocal accuser. She claimed that he had spiritually manipulated and emotionally abused her with a sexual online relationship.

Lori Anne. Wasn’t she the one whose tweet I had just read and responded to?

The chance seemed too absurd, but I had to check.

I found my response. It was a response to Lori Anne Thompson.

In an almost impossible chance, I had extended words of grace to Ravi’s most vocal victim only moments before learning of his moral demise.


Calculated Abuse

Miller & Martin PLLC’s investigative report of RZIM has sent shockwaves through the Christian community. (You can read RZIM’s open letter here.) It is right to grieve. And it is right to question how this happened.

Note: if you prefer to avoid accounts of specific sins, skip to the next heading.

Ravi’s hidden sexual sin appears to be much more widespread than even I, who had been following the situation moderately, had grasped.

As the report showed, Ravi had sexual encounters with multiple massage therapists (and tried to initiate sexual encounters with many more). He used his back pain as a way to travel with a massage therapist on all his trips. The fact that he also traveled with a male RZIM team member gave a false sense of accountability.

Ravi channeled ministry funds to support women with whom he had sexual relationships. In other words, he used his position of power coupled with the woman’s vulnerability to make her feel and act obliged to him.

One woman who spoke to the investigative firm said that Ravi “warned her not ever to speak out against him or she would be responsible for the ‘millions of souls’ whose salvation would be lost if his reputation was damaged.” Ravi swung his spiritual weight around as a weapon of abuse.

Those are only snippets of the report.

Of the many stories I’d heard Ravi tell repeatedly, one stands out in my mind. It is the story of a man who looked across a waterway at a woman washing herself alone. The man gave way to lustful thoughts and swam across the water, intent on his desire to consume. As he neared the opposite shore and stood up from the water, he found himself looking into the distorted face of a leprous woman. His first thought was revulsion—and then he realized that, in his twisted desire, he was the one with a leprous soul.

How could a man tell this story while deliberately engaging in predatory sexual behavior and manipulating every circumstance to cover it?

I realized that Ravi’s sin was more than occasional error, which would in itself be reprehensible enough to necessitate his stepping down from ministry. Rather, this was deliberate, calculated abuse.

As I’m continuing to process this devastating situation, there are some specific areas that I’d like to address.


Can You Just Believe Any Woman?

I’ve heard that we can’t be too quick to believe an accuser because there are women who will tell a lie to ruin a man with whom they’re upset. 

(For the sake of simplicity and since it fits this scenario, I’m referring to women as victims/survivors and to men as abusers. That is absolutely not true of every man or woman, and there are also men who are abused and women who abuse.)

Perhaps you’ve heard that, too.

The culture at large has been encouraging us to “believe women” in recent years. But how, as Christians, can we just flip the switch and start believing women at the expense of men?

But look at the other side of that argument. What we’re already doing is believing men at the expense of women.

In a situation with an accusation and a denial, there is no clear way to follow the path of love that “believes all things” and “hopes all things” (1 Cor. 13:6).

Since we cannot simply believe the best of everyone, we must seek to “not rejoice at wrongdoing” but rather “[rejoice] with the truth” (1 Cor. 13:6).

And here’s the thing I’ve learned: we don’t just have to believe one side or the other without any evidence.

A woman (or man) who has suffered abuse will show symptoms. They can be hard to recognize, and sometimes even trained law enforcement miss the signs, but we can begin to learn them.

A victim won’t tell a cohesive story. Instead, they may have large gaps of their story missing. They may share the same account with contradictory details at different times. They may become confused, break down, or not be able to answer basic questions such as when or where an event happened. At first, they may not even identify as a victim.

That in itself is a clue. It’s trauma.

Trauma doesn’t look like evidence-gathering for a calculated robbery. It looks more like piecing together clues after an explosion. The debris itself is evidence.

In addition, due to the risk of re-traumatization (that often has more severe effects than the original event) and lack of being believed, survivors have little to gain from coming forward with an allegation. The vast majority of survivors who come forward do so with nothing to gain, except doing the right thing, and with much to lose.

When a woman or man comes forward with allegations, you don’t have to just take their word (although responding with compassion and support is always important). You can also become trauma-informed and look for the clues.

And there’s another major clue that deserves its own section:


Abuse Cultures & Power Dynamics

I used to think that abusers operated alone. That’s extremely rare. 

(Boz Tchividjian and the organization that he founded, GRACE, are excellent resources to learn more about this phenomenon.)

There is almost always a culture that the abuser has created.

In order to continue perpetrating abuse with impunity, an abuser has two sides. Obviously, they have an abusive side. But they also have a side that sacrifices for friends, snuggles with children, responds gently to others’ concerns, and overall looks like a fine, upstanding person. That side subtly convinces their friends and family to believe that the abuser is a good person.

Because of the abuser’s manipulation, the community is primed to spring to the abuser’s defense with personal evidence of his goodness in their lives.

That’s in a good scenario. In a truly perverted scenario, there are people around the abuser who are aware of what is happening and who assist the abuser in silencing victims.

Abusers are calculating. They manipulate their circumstances to build power and protection for themselves, and they prey on vulnerable targets who have little chance of being heard.

Is there a power dynamic at play? Is there a group around the alleged abuser ready to defend their friend? That is additional, weighty evidence that an accuser is telling the truth—at great personal cost.

This happened in Ravi’s case. According to the Miller & Martin report, Ravi used his ministry to position himself as an authority. He used ministry funds to create a power imbalance between himself and targets that bought him the sexual favors he wanted. And any RZIM member who questioned how it looked for him to travel with a massage therapist experienced a fall from favor that maintained Ravi’s protective group.

Although this was not included in the official report, Lori Anne has shared that Ravi positioned himself as a “spiritual father” in her life and probed into her years of childhood abuse. He then exploited that abuse and twisted spiritual teachings to gain a sexual online relationship.


A Chance to Repent

Amid the real heaviness and amid the necessity of weeping with survivors, I see a glimmer of hope. 

Repentance.

Abuse stories, even within the church, have become shockingly common. And the sickening rush to cover up and defend big names or organizations is a slap in the face to the Name of Jesus.

That’s why RZIM’s open report gives me hope. The International Board of Directors took responsibility for their failure, put victims first, humbly apologized, and are actively taking steps to address the situation from a survivor-centered viewpoint.

Survivors have said again and again that they don’t seek revenge; they seek to see other women protected and abusers stopped. RZIM has recognized a level of their wrongdoing and appears to be walking in repentance. For that, I am grateful.

And we? 

Are we allowing the Spirit to search our hearts of any ways that we may have unintentionally silenced survivors, either in this case or in others? 

Are we allowing God to open our eyes to ways that we would be quick to blindly protect an abuser whom we appreciate?

Are we allowing God to touch wounded areas in our lives that we’d rather keep hidden so that we may be whole and healed to more perfectly image Him?

I cannot tell anyone what actions to take. I can only invite you to join me in submitting myself to God and repenting as often as needed in order that we may be transformed into the image of Christ and so magnify God’s Name.



Saturday, August 20, 2016

Real Repentance

In my last post, I talked about my desire to be vulnerable. I have learned much about navigating everyday life and struggles through other women's blogs, and I feel like it is my turn to share new understanding that God showed me.

Some days, I end up in a downward spiral that seems impossible to get out of. It often starts with a bad attitude... then an action from that attitude... and then I'm in a cycle of increasingly selfish attitudes and uncontrolled reactions. (I have a feeling that I'm not the only one with days like these!) In the hopes that it may help someone else, I am sharing some of what I've learned. 

I hate those days. But it's not the day itself that I hate - it's the mess I've made of a perfectly good day that God gave me. 

One of my recent days began going down that path. The worst thing about my "sin spiral" is that while I've watched others snap out of a bad attitude in minutes, I haven't been able to. 



And I began wondering why.

So, I took it to God.

At its root, a bad attitude for any reason is a sin issue. Sin causes guilt. When I don't deal with the sin, it makes a bad attitude even worse because I already feel guilty.

The strange thing is, I thought I was dealing with sin. I typically acknowledge my sin to God and ask Him to forgive me pretty quickly. But I realized that I was not actually repenting; I was just recognizing my sin.

I would ask God to forgive me, but I still felt guilty. And it was the guilt that perpetuated the cycle of bad attitudes.

I was allowing the guilt from my sin to rule my life and my attitudes. I knew God would forgive me, but I felt unworthy to immediately enter His presence and again be filled with joy and peace. Surely I need a "transition period" so that I can actually suffer from my sin and show God how sorry I am, right? One where I just mope about and feel distanced from God? Wrong.

If I say I have repented because I asked for forgiveness but I continue living as though that sin holds weight over my present, then I have not repented.

Repenting is more than saying, "I'm sorry." It carries the idea of turning from one thing to another. For years, I have known the illustration that repenting means turning from the direction you were walking and walking in the opposite direction. But knowing something is not the same as putting that knowledge to action. I realized that I was often sorry about the "direction" in which I had been walking, but I never actually changed direction.

Why?

I need grace. Repenting is not something I can do on my own. I am not strong enough to turn from sin. I need grace to humble myself and consciously choose a different attitude. 

There was another reason I was stuck. I was believing a lie. You can't just act all selfish like that and then turn around and pretend that you're a perfect little Christian who never stumbles. You can't turn right from self-centered words to praising Jesus. That's being a fake and putting on a "good girl" front that isn't really who you are.

But I realized something. Satan was telling me the lie that I'm a fake if I repent. He was telling me that the "real me" is the old, selfish Jordan. God tells me that the "real me" is the one whom He has redeemed and made a new creation. 



"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. 
The old has passed away; behold, the new has come."
~ 2 Cor. 5:17

In fact, I realized something else. I am actually being a fake when I refuse to take God's repentance and instead wallow in my guilt. Selfish, sinful Jordan is not the real me. God has destroyed that old nature! Redeemed, restored Jordan is the true me. 

This is my reality: God has redeemed me, and I need to walk in that redemption.


"For freedom Christ has set us free
stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery." 
~ Gal. 5:1

I am still beginning to live this out in little ways. I'm not a five-year veteran in this area who has it all figured out.

But I am a firm believer in the truth of God's Word and the power of His grace to work mightily in our lives. He has the victory over sin... and He invites us to die to self, yield to Him, and live in His power.

I'm in.


Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Imperfection behind the Facade

One of the things God has been stirring in me lately is a desire to be vulnerable. To take the risk of loving others and being real no matter how I am perceived or treated.

The opposite of love is fear. (Fear can lead to additional opposites, such as hatred, but complex emotions such as hatred come from a source… like fear.) And when I am afraid to let others see past the polished surface of my life into the messy workings of learning to walk daily with God, of learning through the stumbles of awkward circumstances, I miss opportunities to love.

photo credits to Lauren Sapp

The reality of the Christian life is two-fold: an unchanging covering of grace over an ongoing work of grace.

An Unchanging Covering of Grace

I am redeemed. God in His great mercy and kindness has stepped into the midst of my reeking, sinful self and paid the full price of redemption. He laid my serpentine rebellion on His holy shoulders… and laid His robe of righteousness on my once-filthy ones. He took my place, and He has brought me into His place of security and peace and holiness. I am freed and alive.

No matter how I stumble as I seek to walk by His Spirit, His covering of grace never leaves me. He has chosen me, and I have chosen Him. My faith rests in His righteous covering, not my acts of goodness. That is my unchanging covering of grace - His holiness draped over me in love so that He only sees a pure-white bride.

“For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness,
and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.”
Hebrews 8:12

This is the reality of every believer in Christ, no matter your past. Christ covers every sin… every single moment that the enemy wants you to believe is too big for the power of our Almighty, All-Powerful Eternal God.


courtesy of freeimages.com

An Ongoing Work of Grace

This is where the vulnerability comes in. Because, beneath that beautiful covering of grace, God is doing a complete remodel in selfish, ol’ me. I know who I am in Christ. But I also know the heart of sin that dwells in me apart from Christ.

Ongoing redemption isn’t always pretty. It isn’t easy. It isn’t… clean.

But it is wrong of me to pretend that I have it all together when, in truth, anything resembling beauty and life within my life is the work of my God!

Secure in the love and hand of my God, I can allow others to see Him at work in me. He’s breaking down old patterns. Destroying crippling fear. Humbling a proud spirit. Opening a heart that I had walled-in for self-protection.

“But by the grace of God I am what I am:
and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain;
but I laboured… yet not I, but the grace of God which was in me.”
1 Cor. 15:10

“And he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is made perfect in weakness.’
Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities,
that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
2 Cor. 12:9

Because God pours His perfect love into me (Rom. 5:5), I am free to love fearlessly. That includes vulnerable love. His love casts out fear, because God's love is stronger than my fear (1 John. 4:18).

I want you to see how perfectly His grace pursues and builds an imperfect human, even if it means being uncomfortably vulnerable. Because He is worthy of praise for His marvelous works.

Friday, May 6, 2016

Who Am I?

College has given me plenty to think about over the last year. One of the most recurring themes I’ve noticed is the quest for self-discovery.

I’ve listened to students talk about the struggle to figure out who they are. I’ve written multiple reflections on how different assignments or experiences impacted me. I’ve presented a self-portrait of myself to a class as a class assignment.

College, I've been told, is a time for “discovering your true self.”

The interesting part is that I already know who I am. (I'll come back to that thought.)

What has been truly eye-opening to me, however, is how many people don't know who they are.

I see an athlete, a passionate student, an activist, a hard worker. But those same students say that they are still trying to figure out who they really are.

Why is it so hard for some people to discover themselves, yet I knew who I was even before I stepped foot on campus?

I am not somehow smarter or more intuitive than others. I have the same human struggles and deal with the same feelings of insecurity as everyone else.

But I have a solid rock beneath my feet on which to stand.



I know who I am because I know I am Jesus’.

Please do not stop here because you think that is an oversimplification. It actually took quite the process for me to find my full identity in my Savior.

For a while, several definitions of who I was competed for prominence in my life. “Musician.” “Christian.” “Writer.” “Teacher.” I knew that what Jesus had done in my life mattered greatly, but I felt more valuable if I could add my own skills or accomplishments to the mix.

The mindset was subtle, but powerful. The more I tried to be worthy in my own strength, the more insignificant and unsure I felt. People might have looked at me and seen a confident, accomplished young woman - and, to a degree, that was accurate. But beneath the surface was a growing uncertainty of both who I was and how I should navigate the world into which I was stepping.

That was when God told me to surrender. I had good plans in place (plans that, by the way, seemed both spiritual and Biblical by the modern conservative Christian movement.) It took me a little while to obey my dear, trustworthy Father, but I finally surrendered.

I laid myself down. I walked away from all my plans. As I did so, I found that my plans represented who I was. In practically applying surrender to my life as my Father was asking, I was surrendering my very identity.

At first, I felt undefined.

Who was I? If God did not want me to identify as “successful,” “vocalist,” or “student,” how was I supposed to view myself?

The beauty of Christian identity is that you find yourself not by searching out who you are but by seeking out who Jesus is.

Yes, you heard correctly. Forget yourself (Matt. 16:24). Lay yourself down. Seek Jesus (Matt. 6:33), and Jesus alone.



In a beautiful paradox of love, Jesus reveals who we are when we set our hearts upon discovering who He is.

I found a Shepherd (John 10:11). He told me I am His precious sheep, for whom He would leave an entire flock of sheep to find (Matt. 18:11-14).

I found a Savior and Redeemer (1 John 4:14, Gal. 3:13). He told me I am His redeemed (Isa. 63:9), worth every moment of sacrifice.

I found a Heavenly Bridegroom (Isa. 54:5). He told me I am His spotless Bride (Song of Songs 4:7).

I found perfect Beauty, Holiness, and Righteousness in one Man. He told me He had set His beauty and perfection upon me (Isa. 61:10).

I found Joy, Peace that passes understanding, Love I cannot produce, and Hope I did not know existed. He told me I am His vessel (2 Cor. 4;7,2 Tim. 2:20-21), and He is filling me with the fruit of His Spirit (Phil. 1:11).

I found my identity - I am the Beloved of God (1 John 3:2, 1 Thess. 1:4).

But my precious Jesus did not stop there. He has, in His own timing and much better way, brought many of the things I had surrendered back into my life. I surrendered them honestly thinking that I would never have them again. But Jesus just did not want them to have me!

As I continue to seek an identity that rests solely on the merits of my Savior, I am free to explore my talents. They are indeed a part of my life, but they no longer define who I am. And, if Jesus once again asks, I am ready to lay it all down for the joy of following my King.

That is why, as I look around me at the college scene, I understand when other students wonder who they truly are. “Look within, find your true self,” academia tells them.

I wish I could tell them.

You are valuable - not because of your talent, but because of your Creator.

You are:
  • Desired. God longs for you (Isa. 44:22, Eze. 33:11).
  • Priceless. God paid His own Life for you (1 Pet. 1:18-20).
  • Unique. God knows every individual detail about you (Psa. 139:14-18, Matt. 10:29-31).

You can define yourself on your own terms. But you will never know who you are until you allow the One who made you to shape you into the wonderful human being He created you to be.

I wanted to stop here… but too many messages stop short of full truth. The ultimate reason we cannot find who we are is that we are estranged from our Creator (Heb. 9:6-8). And there is one more piece of identity that only He can help us recognize… sin.

Only when our eyes are opened to His purity, His complete goodness, His rock-solid truth, His majesty, His mercy, His uncompromising judgment, His unconditional love, His unearthly holiness - oh, only when our eyes are opened to Him, the “I Am!” - can we ever see our own sinfulness (Isa. 6:3-5).

Each of us must confront the reality of our identity - sinful, condemned, without hope (Luke 5:8, John 3:18, Eph. 2:12). Only then can we become who we were meant to be - spotless, redeemed, full of eternal hope (Eph. 5:27, Rev. 5:9, Rom. 5:1-2).

College will not tell you what I have written in this post. They're too afraid of offending you. But how tragic it would be for you to live your whole life and never discover who you are… and who you can be.


Sunday, April 17, 2016

European Adventure Part Six: Château de Chenonceau

CHATEAU DE CHENONCEAU, FRANCE
5.28.15

While we were staying in Paris, we took a day to visit the Loire Valley region.  We rented a Parisian's car and drove out of Paris and two hours south on a foreign road system.  That was an adventure!  I am grateful that I was not the driver.  (Way to drive a stick shift in the tenth-largest city in Europe, Dad!)

Our destination?  The beautiful Château de Chenonceau.

The hall that extends over the river and touches the far bank
was added after the initial castle was built.

The audio tour was very well presented, and each room was decorated in period style.

One of my favorite facts I learned about Château de Chenonceau occurred in WWII.
As explained in the picture, the long hall extended across the patrolled river,
which was the line of demarcation, and was a route to freedom for many Jews.
I can't think of a better use for Chenonceau than that!

Beautiful white roses nestle against lattices, stone fences, and houses
throughout the Château de Chenonceau grounds. 

Everywhere I looked, I saw tranquil scenery.

I have amazing parents!

The path beside the lake was so peaceful...

... And the path through the wooded grounds was lovely, too.

There is a reason the French think their food is the best...
...it is.

Isn't that the most perfect carriage house ever?

The village (where the Chenonceau staff lived) was picturesque.

The garden for Chenonceau was beautiful.  Maybe weeds don't grow in France...

Roses and irises against a stone wall.  How could it get better?

We left Château de Chenonceau around suppertime
to find the most charming little village, Chenonceaux, outside the castle grounds!

I love how so many buildings are covered in ivy or trailing vines.

With fresh local cheese to eat during the car ride home,
we headed back to Paris after a wonderful day.

We just had one more city to visit before our trip ended.