Awakening the Evangelical Church to Domestic Abuse
A poetic 'sensitivity review' of Josh Butler's "Beautiful Union: How God's Vision for Sex Points Us to the Good, Unlocks the True, and (sort of) Explains Everything". PS. it's a terrible book. Josh is entranced by flights of fancy, sacred temple conjugal blooms— "the generous sacrifice" by men who orgasms seed hospitable wombs.
Thou Lord, in the beginning, hast laid the foundation of the earth / and the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but thou shalt endure / they shall all wax old as a garment; And as a vesture thou shalt change them, and they shall be changed / but thou art… Continue reading Hope for isolated Christians. God will bring in the New Heavens and New Earth
This poem (I'm Fine [Internet Archive link]) was sent to us by the woman who set up the David's Slingshot She has sent a complaint to one of the Presbyteries of the OPC regarding her former pastor and leadership. The Presbytery appointed a special committee to investigate the pastor in October of 2017, and was… Continue reading I’m Fine — a daughter’s poem
This poem was sent to Barb by a woman who was sexually, emotionally, mentally and spiritually abused by her pastor. When (a few of) his sins were exposed, all he got was a slap on the wrist by the "denominational council" and a whole year of free counseling for himself and for his marriage. Here is what… Continue reading JUSTICE: a poem by a woman who was sexually, emotionally, mentally & spiritually abused
Here on the other side of broken Absolutely nothing is simple This wasn't supposed to happen If I loved him with my whole heart And I loved him with my whole heart But that just wasn't enough To make him stop Hurting And hurting me Finally had to open my eyes And listen to the… Continue reading On the Other Side of Broken — a poem by Elise Delarosa
Love. ❤ Is patient. And is kind. It is not proud. Is not puffed up. It thinks no evil. You have broken my heart. My heart being so tender has been further broken by you. You say you loved me but you critiqued me nearly every day. You humiliated me in a group or with… Continue reading Poem of lament — by an anonymous reader
A Cry For Justice 