It is 6:15 AM and I have been awake all night thinking, praying, reading, and thinking more… Hypervigilance is something I’ve grown accustomed to over most of my life. Sleep comes with exhaustion most nights/days…
This past night after reading about the revisions to Markey’s bill and her reasons (which make no sense if justice is truly a reality in NY), I wonder how she will sleep when it sinks in all those abandoned by her arbitrary cutoff of those who have suffered the longest from the scars of abuse.
I fluctuate between anger and hurt and frustration.
I have also had to come to grips with my own spirituality in all this–what I believe as a Christian. I believe that forgiveness and accountability are not opposed, and healing is supported by both. One does not negate the other.
I learned that to confess one’s sin and be forgiven required contrition, a firm resolution to amend one’s life, and restitution. Justice in that light is actually mercy as well.
All that has been ripped from victims of abuse, regardless of where they are personally on their road as survivors.
I find myself praying that others over the age of 53 are supported as they face this betrayal. I worry about the despair that this can bring. That’s what some of my prayer was about this night…as I kept watch, again.
I’m left thinking about the lack of sorrow, by the abusers, by the Church hierarchy, by the politicians–and somehow it adds to the darkness of the night.
It is good to see the sun rise and grasp hope, and know there is One who causes the sun to rise again, and again.
