I was blessed to be in the field of education for 32 years. Every single year the schools I was affiliated with performed fire drills to prepare both students and staff for safe exit in the event there was a fire emergency. In addition we would perform disaster drills, and lock down procedures all with the intent of having students best prepared for any potential threat to their safety. In my 32 years I was never involved in an emergency situation where a student’s life was in danger or was a student injured due to a fire or natural disaster. In fact, I am aware of few if any that I have heard of who have suffered injury from fire or other disasters. I am sure there are some, but I believe that number is very small.
In my years in education, never once did I attend, hear, or participate in a workshop, chapel, or assembly that prepared children for the dangers of childhood sexual abuse. Surely one may argue that it falls outside the schools jurisdictions and responsibility to teach abuse prevention or even awareness. And yet today there are over 40 million survivors of childhood sexual abuse in this country alon
e while the number is increasing more rapid than ever before.
So, if schools are failing to address this, and if churches are failing to address this, and if families where it exists cover and hide it…to whom will the children turn? Therein lies the problem. Ignore and deny and maybe it will just go away. Or maybe we will just keep on keeping it a secret.
ve that every little act of faithfulness, every gesture of love, every word of forgiveness, every little bit of joy and peace will multiply and multiply as long as there are people to receive it…and that even then–there will be leftovers. Imagine that your trusting that every little movement of love you make will ripple out into ever new and wider circles…just as a little stone thrown into a still pond. Imagine, imagine…Could you ever be depressed, angry resentful, or vengeful? Could you ever hate, destroy or kill? Could you ever despair of the meaning of your short earthly existence?” Henri Nouwen–Life of the Beloved
se who know the Ancient Star-Song watch with singing for the sign of footprints in the galaxies through which the tiny planet rides in routine cycles of despair. But Joy seldom sleeps for long, and someday in a lonely moment mankind will shake an unfamiliar hand and find it wounded.” Calvin Miller – The Singer

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