A Letter to Sarah from Gretel (September 28, 2018)

Dear Sarah,
     I was thinking of you this morning while I made up a few of Mom/Gramma Eileen's apple pies. It made me think of how mom used to make cupcakes for our class on our birthdays, and then how we made our own things to take in as we got older. Remember when you helped me make this for my class? I think it was for my birthday. It is one of my happiest memories I have of you and I growing up. I took it to school and shared it with my class. It was so tasty, and everyone loved it.
     I looked up to you. You always were the best at baking. You were tall and striking and beautiful. You were my big sister, and I was in awe of you in many ways. I still love you and am in awe of you in so many ways. Please come home, and don't be too proud to admit you are wrong.
     And when you come home, we can make this cake again! I am looking forward to it! I love you Sarah Bear! Xoxoxo

Love you now and forever,
Your Little Sister Gretel

Letter to Calvary Temple and the Fitch Children from Ellen (September 20, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple and the Fitch Children,

     Like many of you, I have known Molly Fitch for many years. I remember when she first would come to visit Calvary, we loved her from the start. She often came bearing gifts; the best homemade pies, maple syrup, apples, and of course, presents for the newest babies. I always wished I could spend more time with her, but she often came and went so quickly. Still, the little bit of time spent with Molly was a gift indeed.
     Fast forward 25 years. These days I see Molly often, she still comes bearing gifts. This time a beautiful wine colored mum and a dozen organic eggs. In times past she brought me what became my favorite mug for my morning tea, books for my library, and a bottle of blueberry flavored vinegar. Through these past 8 years, she has brought me lovely thoughtful gifts she knew i would appreciate.
     The greatest gift, it goes without saying but I will say it anyway, has been her friendship. When my dearest Nancy went home to Jesus, Molly was one of the wonderful friends who stepped in to help fill the emptiness. I am not sure what I would have done without her. We spent hours crying and praying, laughing and remembering. We have shared our pain and our hope. And I know, without a doubt, I can call on Molly night or day for help and she will rush to my side. A true friend, a true sister, and an example of what it means to be a follower of Jesus. "A friend that loveth at all times."
     Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua and Christina, your mother was here yesterday. As you know, she comes often to try to see you and your children. Each time, she brings gifts for one or all. Your mother headed out to shop for a gift for her newest grandson. Jonathan, your mom was happy and smiling, knowing she was able to buy your son a gift. She left here in a flurry of excitement, filled with joy knowing she has a new grandbaby. Has anyone ever loved her children and grandchildren more that your mom? She lives and breathes the hope that one day soon, you will all come home to her, your father and your sister.

Letter to Jonathan from Gretel (September 15, 2018)

Dear Jonathan,

      It has been just over a year now, since I last saw you on September 2 and cried, broken-hearted, as you told me with nonchalance that you had nothing to say to me. I was six months pregnant, and I cried with my heart broken anew by you. I wept, and you looked on without pity. You didn't hug me or even utter a single kind word. You just looked with a look of stone cold and turned and went away. As I sat on the end of my car silently crying, you got into your car and drove away. You wouldn't look at me as you drove by. You didn't wave. All I could think of was how this might be the last time I saw you. I hadn't seen you since when? Had it really been 5-6 years since I saw you last? And now one more year has come and gone.
     I don't know if you guys ever think of me in September or even remember that my birthday is in two weeks, but I think of you all even more constantly this month. I loved my birthday so much growing up-birthday breakfasts before school and birthday dinners with the family were the best! You would call if you weren't there and after Sarah moved out, she sent me flowers and had them delivered to school! For the last 6 years, I have dreaded my birthday, because in all that time, I have not had one gift, one card, one call, or even a text from you, Jonathan or Sarah or Joshua or Christina simply to say happy birthday or that you love me or are thinking of me. Yesterday, our aunt was telling me that I should have a birthday party this year. As I explained to her how hard that day is for me without you all, I started to cry. It surprised me how close to the surface that pain and longing for you all is. And last night just thinking over the day, I silently wept for you all again. I miss you, Jonathan.
     I miss you hugging me and saying like you used to "It's okay, Buddy. Don't cry." I need you back. Please come back to us. I don't want to celebrate this birthday without every one of you, please. Please.

Love you forever, Your Buddy and Little Sister

Letter to Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua, and Christina from Mrs. McDougall & Gretel (September 2, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua, and Christina,

     I have written before and quoted Scripture but to no avail. Your hearts are obviously hardened against the Word of God because this blog, written by so many people who love you, has consistently quoted Scripture in the hopes that your hearts & souls would be touched by God’s Holy Spirit. Seven years is a long time to reject THE TRUTH and embrace a family wrecking cult.
     When the Communist Chinese were overrunning Tibet, the  Dalai Lama was asked what he said to his brother monks. He said, “I hope that you have been worshiping the God of the structure and not the structure of the God.” You appear to have turned your eyes from Jesus to worshiping the structure- pillars, pews & people (and classic car collections!) The idea that you follow a dirty old man who claimed to be a shepherd but preyed on a young innocent lamb in his care is repugnant. Or a Waleed who told your sister Gretel that she was of NO value to God and should go play in the world’s pig pen - sex, drugs & rock ’n roll!! When sated return repentant and just maybe she would be welcomed back into the bigoted, intolerant arms of your fellowship. The irreparable damage these people have done while claiming to be God’s mouthpiece, demands an Old Testament judgment and a millstone just won’t do.
     Gretel Marie is up in Canada visiting us with her three boys - your nephews - Noah, John, and Peter. A blessing that you are missing out on .....We were going through old pics and thought you might enjoy a trip down memory lane from Alison’s wedding when Sarah & Gretel were flower girls or sitting with Joshua, Gretel, and Duncan on the roof of the fort under the crabapple tree at your childhood home in Perry.

May you return to your mother’s arms soon!

Mrs. McDougall & Gretel

Letter to My Children (August 30, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Josh, and Christina, 

     Isn’t this a beautiful picture? It is the day your first nephew, Noah Caleb, was born. We were all together then, of course. Jonathan, I love the tender way you are holding your little nephew. And Christina, you are so sweetly crooning over him. We were all there for Gretel’s delivery of Noah. It was a specially close time for our family. 
     I know that you and Carly are expecting your third child Jonathan. I have never been allowed to hold any of your babies. Or even know when they were born. I do not have their birthdates or even know their full names. Crazy huh? Because we are such a loving and close family. How could one Pastor tear you so completely away from your natural family, one this close? Look at this picture children. This is who we are. You are like robots now. Wake up, please. Come home. I love you, want you, need you, miss you, and cry for you. Always and forever. 

Xo Your own mom

Letter to Sarah Foster Akel from Ellen (August 16, 2018)

Dear Sarah Foster Akel,

      Today Molly and I visited your parents, grandparents, and brother. The drive to their home is so peaceful and beautiful, but nothing compared to when we walked into the house. Greetings and hugs all around, lots of love. Sarah, your parent's home is as it always was, full of joy, peace, and laughter. God is present.
     As always, we hoped your dad would bless us with some hymns on the piano. As he played, my mind drifted back to the day of your wedding. I remember you standing at the piano in your living room with your mom and dad. I don't recall which song he played, perhaps you can remember. And I remember you and your mom dancing and singing in the kitchen to "We're Going to the Chapel." I remember seeing tears of happiness in your mother's eyes as she laughed and hugged you.

     And then I thought of the last time your dad played the piano for worship service at Calvary Temple. On a Sunday morning, as your parents walked out to their car, Chuck LaRock informed your father that his services would no longer be needed. Just like that, 40+ years of humble, beautiful, sweet, anointed worship tossed to the side. No apology or explanation. 
     And as your dad played the beautiful hymn "Even Now," your mom spoke of the great gift of sitting back in her chair, closing her eyes, and listening to him play. She told me she could listen for hours, never tiring, because she knows he is anointed to worship the Lord through his music. 
     I recorded your dad playing and singing this beautiful worship song. Even Now, Sarah, fall to your knees and ask God and your family to forgive you. You will be welcomed with open arms.


Letter to Taylor from Ellen Kusar (August 9, 2018)

Dear Taylor,

Just the other day I learned of the No Trespassing Notice you sent to Molly, your mother-in-law.

Taylor, I have known you since you were a child, and I am deeply ashamed of you. I photographed your wedding to Molly's beautiful daughter. The daughter Molly agreed you could take as your wife. Molly raised Sarah to be a godly young woman and taught her how to be a wife and mother that would bring honor and blessing to her husband. This is how you now treat Molly? You have led Sarah to be divided from her mother, father and sister. You have the benefit of years of her beautiful upbringing and you have thrown it aside. You promised to be a blessing; that's what good people do. Instead, you have brought strife and division.

Taylor, many have asked both you and Sarah what Molly has done to deserve this dreadful treatment, and you have no answer. And why do you have no answer? Because Molly has done nothing but good.

Ellen Kusar

Letter to Christina (August 7, 2018)

Happy Birthday, Christina,

     Last of our five beautiful children. You are a precious gift. I cried during the pregnancy, unplanned and an exhausted mom after having eight pregnancies in 10 years. But labor was very short, less than 3.5 hrs, and you were in my arms! Jonathan and I went down to the local furniture store when you were a week old, and bought a comfy rocker, and we were all set! I rocked you, sang to you, read to you. When I was unable to hold you, sister Sarah was right there. Or Jonathan, or Gretel or Josh. We all loved you! Daddy did not want your hair cut, so it was long and curly on the ends. The happiest of girls, grew up surrounded by a loving family and lots of friends. This a picture from one of your many little birthday parties. I am dishing up ice cream while you are kissing me. Isabelle is in the picture, remember she was also born on the same day just a continent away in Africa!
     I called and sent you a text today, and hopefully you will call me back. Its been so many years now since I have had you with me. I do not know you as a young lady. You were taken away just entering ninth grade, and 14 going on 15 years old. My little girl was taken away by a pastor and corrupt individuals in his church. It is so evil what they did to you, to your siblings, to us. I am so sorry Christina, for all you have suffered in these past years.

I love you dear girl.
XO, Mom

Letter to Joshua (August 3, 2018)

To my son Joshua,
     It is your birthday. You are my fourth child, second son. Longed for and loved so much. Gretel says you could do no wrong in my eyes. From taking out all the barn window panes with your slingshot at the age of 4, to re-wiring all the extension cords that the dog chewed up at age 6, to playing chess and beating your big brother at the game! (Although he may have conceded to give you a boost, but never doubted your ability to out-maneuver on the board.) Then you had epic battles with the old rooster while gathering eggs, and how I would go running when I heard you attempting to get your old snug rubber boots off in the back washroom. You were and are my little love.
     Always a gentleman and careful for your mother's safety when I wanted to climb a ladder to get to the eves or roof or scrape siding. Insisting I let you up instead. If I carried anything heavy, you would immediately assist, telling me to let you carry it. I love you my dear hearted boy and now a man. The last time you spoke to me on this earth, was Christmas Day 2011. You looked at me with tears and apologized and said it was your fault that Jonathan and Dad were putting me out of the home again, for the second time. Because Pastor Ron Zarou had asked you if I was afraid, and you had told him I was.
     And do you remember my response to you, son? I took your face in my hands, and although I was crying, I said it was ‘NOT YOUR FAULT AT ALL. AND THAT I LOVED YOU. AND LOOK AFTER YOUR SISTER.’ Jonathan and Carly led you both out of the house, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor, with your dad standing helplessly looking on. And I asked him “WHY TOM?” And he said, ‘I DON”T KNOW. IT DOESN’T SEEM RIGHT DOES IT?’
     Since that day, you have refused to speak to me. You were just 16. I was given no information on your schooling, your graduation, your subsequent engagement and marriage, your college, your jobs, your health, your wife’s illnesses, your housing, your health issues. Yet we paid for your health insurance, your college, your tuition, your copays to health issues, your phone. Dad and I paid, but you were not allowed to communicate with us. We were so close and so loving.
     And Pastor Scott destroyed your love for your mother and your father and your extended family in just a few days. By isolating you suddenly from your mother, it undermined all you had known. It happened to you, and it has happened to so many more.
     And we are here aching to hold you and tell you none of what you were told is true. They have lied to you. Come home son. It is your birthday, and we are your parents. Come home.

Xoxo Mom and Dad

A Post by My Calvary Temple Tactic's Blog

A Gamer (10/1/14)

For this Tactic’s commentary, A Gamer, I will open with the definition of a “Gamer.” The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines this moniker as:

1: a player who is game; especially: an athlete who relishes competition
2: a person who plays games especially: a person who regularly plays computer or video games

But, if Tactics is implying that wolf Bob Scott is “A Gamer” my definition would be, “someone who relishes playing games with people’s lives.”

More fitting, don’t you think?

And, I would have called this piece, “A Thief”. Wolf Bob Scott is a thief. He steals people’s lives, their peace, their children, their families, and their salvation. He’s made a career of it; he’s made a living off of all of us.


I wrote down a few comments from the video, and to me, all I could think about was how they applied to Bob Scott:

“Remain free in the city of chains.”
“Shinies worth stealing.”
“Stole to survive; [Bob Scott] survived to steal.”
“It is all I [Wolf Bob Scott] know; it is all I’ll ever know.”
“Time to vanish.”
“No reward without risk.”
“The challenge is everything [especially to a narcissistic predator].”
“What’s yours is mine.”

One other comment that I must make is that I’ve heard that False Shepherd Bob Scott has proclaimed from his faux pulpit that the recent article, The Exiles from free-lance journalist Britt Peterson, published July 1 of this year in the Washington Post Sunday Magazine was, “pathetic,” and that “it caused barely a ripple.”


Gee, Bob, tell me how much your little cult has grown since we began speaking out and telling the truth about you over 10 years ago? Allow me to answer that for you. It hasn’t. Not one bit. In fact, your rank and file numbers have shrunk.

The only new people who have been foolish enough to step foot on this God-forsaken property are ex-cons and folks new to the area who have been duped into believing that your cult is a real church…which it is not.

Which is why we continue to warn.

So, again, you are condemning yourself with your own words, Bob.

Tactics ended this piece with Scripture from Malachi. I’ve reprinted them for you here, Bob. God is talking to YOU:

But God says, “My covenant was with him of life and peace; and I gave them to him for the fear wherewith he feared me, and was afraid before my name. The law of truth was in his mouth, and iniquity was not found in his lips: he walked with me in peace and equity, and did turn many away from iniquity. For the priest’s lips should keep knowledge, and they should seek the law at his mouth: for he is the messenger of the Lord of hosts. But ye are departed out of the way; ye have caused many to stumble at the law; ye have corrupted the covenant of Levi, saith the Lord of hosts. Therefore have I also made you contemptible and base before all the people, according as ye have not kept my ways, but have been partial in the law. Have we not all one father? Hath not one God created us? Why do we deal treacherously every man against his brother, by profaning the covenant of our fathers” (Malachi 2:5-10). “Ye have wearied the Lord with your words. Yet ye say, Wherein have we wearied him? When ye say, Every one that doeth evil is good in the sight of the Lord, and he delighteth in them; or, Where is the God of judgment” (Malachi 2:17). “Then shall ye return, and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not” (Malachi 3:18).


Bob, I’m telling you…keep running your mouth. God hears every word that you utter. He knows your wicked and evil heart. He knows what you’ve done to children, to families, to everyone’s lives…He knows.

To the Sterling and outlying communities, I want to thank you for continuing to warn people about Calvary Temple. Please know that this cult’s numbers have not grown, in fact, they’ve decreased steadily over the past 10 years. Our warnings are keeping people away. CT members are waking up from their slumber and they are leaving. We must keep spreading the word letting people know about the dangers. We must keep warning. We must continue until this place ceases to exist.

We must keep speaking the Truth: 

Calvary Temple located in Sterling, VA and is a known abusive cult. Its leader, Bob Scott is a known predator that steals your money and destroys families – all so that he can consume it upon his own lusts and whims.

Stay far away from this place. Period.

Game Over, Bob.

Letter to My Children (July 24, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Josh, and Christina,
     I am still here. Just quite busy in the past month. Gramma Fitch passed away, dad and I were up from Florida, and sold a piece of property, working all month emptying the house of belongings. Just signed the papers and drove straight down here on Monday. Stopping beside each of your homes as soon as I arrived in Sterling, Virginia. Only Sarah did I see, and it was ten seconds of ‘Please leave this property immediately, or I will call the police.”
     But Sarah, all I said was you look beautiful and thought how identical you are to your sister Gretel in looks. She is blond, and you are brown. Otherwise, your faces and expressions are uncannily similar. I was glad to see you are looking healthy and longed to talk and hug you. And the children, Penny and Weston.
     But I am still here. I will try to write again more often. Now that I am freer of responsibilities again for a while. Above is a photo of Little John at his riding lesson last week. The gal is someone you kids knew. She has a lovely little horse farm. And teaches your nephews Noah and John. She has expressed her sorrow and prayers for us in having you taken from us by a pastor and a church. She understands.

I love you all. And miss you. Call or write or come. I will continue to do so.

Your mom

Letter to Calvary from a Former Member (June 26, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple,

     Yesterday the Washington Post published the digital version of an article telling the stories of several members that you used to claim as your own. This article is difficult to read for those of us that have stood by and loved the ones you put out from among you. We know the heartache they have experienced; we ourselves have walked through similar valleys. But seeing it in print, knowing the courage it took to reveal it to the whole world, is heartbreaking. It is for these and so many others that have been abused by your pastors, deacons, and members, that we continue to speak out against your so-called church.
     Yes, we sometimes find it distressing to make public the despicable actions of some of your leadership and members. It is difficult knowing that some who are seeking God may decide to turn away from their search because of what they hear and read. And yet we have had to trust that God will honor those who seek after Him and that they will not be affected by the sins of one church. We believe firmly that we are called to stand for the truth.
     Calvary Temple members, if you have had the courage to read this article, probably against leadership orders, you will read the confirmation by Star Scott's niece to the reporter. Yes, as a young child, she was abused by Star R. Scott. The same man who covered up this horrendous sin and fled the state of California to keep it hidden. Who continued to hide it from you until he was forced to confess. Who misled you as to the true nature of his heinous actions. And who has never faced the legal consequences of his criminal activity.
     Your pastors and other leaders have brought great harm to innocent people: mothers & fathers, brothers & sisters, children & grandchildren, friends. Every person in this article suffered needlessly because of Star Scott and others. And each member of Calvary Temple is culpable. If you continue to attend, support, and protect evildoers, you are also responsible.

Praying you will stand for truth,
 A former member

 (I am not signing my name, not because I am afraid or ashamed. But because Star Scott uses the time-honored underhanded technique of "if you can't kill the message, kill the messenger")


Letter to Waleed and Amy Zarou (June 23, 2018)

Waleed and Amy Zarou,

     Here is our girl, Gretel. Fishing at Ft. Riley. This was taken just a couple years after Noah was born, and you had wished her to go and do as many wicked things as possible. Then come back to Calvary when ready to be forgiven.
     Gretel had told me that about how you instructed her to do bad things. Only after I was put away by Tom and the pastors of Calvary Temple. She said you had also told her, that her parents knew what your advice was and approved of it. When you both would call and ask for Gretel to come spend time with you at The Dons’ Pizza Shop, your business in Sterling, Virginia, I naively assumed you were encouraging and being a good example. She believed you when you said we agreed with your advice, she believed you when you told her she was a constant drain on our family, she believed you when you said she might as well be as bad as possible, because she had no value to God currently.
     And I was kept in the dark about your advice. Tom may or may not have known your methods,  my older children and Tom did tell me my mother instincts were high for Gretel and baby Noah. Tom, Jonathan, and Sarah kept me out of discussions that they had with her. (I was sent up to my room!) So —— mixed messages from you Waleed. I was the best mother. I should raise our grandson. But, Gretel was sent to work a month after Noahs’ birth, which I protested. Resulting in shaming me to the family for disagreeing with my husband and church leadership. Apparently my ‘mother instincts’ were alarming to Pastor Ron Zarou (your big brother). He did not like mamas who are protective of their children. He is an expert on family life. Although he and his wife have no children. And never have.
     You know, Waleed and Amy. When I found out that you had put your own sweet daughter Nina on the street in winter. No family or friends to go to, scared and alone, to ‘break her’. I realized you were not like me. You did it to please your brother Pastor Ron. Nina told us how it went down. I told Nina to always love and try to talk to her parents, and that her uncle Ron  God would turn upside down on his bald head one day. He is a bad guy. And as long as you and Amy listen to bad guys, you will be one.

Molly Fitch

The Way We Were (June 18, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple Church, Pastor Star Scott, and Pastor’s Heglund, Wozniak, Miller, Gardener, and Zarou,

Here is a home video of old photos from our family albums. Of my children and the delightful, happy, blessed family. This is the way we were. As we all up here in NY testify.

Letter to My Children (June 16, 2018)

Dear Children,

     Remember back in 2014 (http://dearcalvarytemple.blogspot.com/2014/06/letter-from-sydney-june-8-2014.html), dad and I bought a lovely cottage by the lake. The previous owner said it required a lot of ground maintenance. She is a fabulous gardener and had planted perennials everywhere. One of the things I am sure she did not plant was the Virginia Creeper. I had never heard of it, but dad informed me of its creeping, take over everything, nature. Shooting suckers out underground, it is hard to spot and eliminate completely. The first year we were here, I found a pine tree underneath a truckload of Virginia Creeper vines! Yes, we dumped a whole truckload down back of the farm from that one bush (I thought!), which was actually a 12 ft tall pine tree underneath.
     So this morning, Dr. Tom stopped in to take out his rowboat and saw me photographing the Vinca (a ground-cover). I explained that despite regular maintenance, it was shocking to see in the bright light of early morning sun, a bit of Virginia Creeper peeking its head here and there, out of the Vinca. Camouflaged in color and height, I just never noticed it. And can you believe once I started ripping it out, what were maybe six heads, turned into well over sixty! Nothing like the truckloads dumped back that first year, but knowing how fast it takes over, I had to get after it asap. So now, with my dirty hands typing out this short post for you to read, let me mention your sister Gretel recently saw a testimonial written by our Candace. (http://www.calvarytemplemiracles.org/drug-addiction-depression-suicide-hope). Sad as I read it, and called Patty, mom of Joey (Candace husband), grandmother of Candace's two children. Joey's parents & family were not allowed by Candace’ church to attend their son's wedding (although they had attended the church previously for over 20 years). They’ve not met Candace two children, their only grandchildren. They have been ostracized by Candace's pastor and church.
     Just as Virginia Creeper sends out tender little shoots to blend in with its surroundings until it is well established and almost impossible to eradicate completely, the church in Virginia called Calvary Temple and its senior Pastor Star R Scott, send out tender persons like our very own Candace (and you my dear children). Camouflaged to look normal, blend in, and become part of lives. That only will end up overtaken completely by the church, choking off sunlight to the original planting, and ultimately brings decay to the original person. This year is the first year that pine tree I mentioned is fat and flourishing. It was touch and go the first couple seasons, spindly from lack of sunlight and its nourishment being consumed by the Virginia Creeper. I will include a picture of it below for you to take heart. Hopefully, after the Creeper is ripped out, with patient care, new life comes to those affected.

I love you kids, and will never stop reaching out to you. Until you are with me again.
Xo, Mom

Letter to My Children (June 15, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Josh, and Christina,

     Yesterday we were talking about when you are allowed to be part of our family again. People have asked me how to treat you. With kindness and friendship. Just being normal. Like you were raised.
     Josh, I found a photo of you fishing the other day, and coincidentally, your nephew Noah is on the brochure this year for our county. He and Mr. Connor were out ice fishing. Mr. Connor caught the fish and then took a picture of Noah holding it up to send to Gretel.
     We are grateful for our friends and family. They have stood by us as we fight for you all. Carly told me you were the best five kids in Calvary Temple. I have no doubt. You are ours, raised well. And it is wrong for Calvary Temple to keep you from us.

Come home.

Love and hugs,

Letter to My Children (June 3, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Josh, and Christina,

So many people are going through hardship, so I was happy when your sister, your cousin Jacquelyn, and Abby went and walked to raise support for a Crisis Pregnancy center last month. It was a cold day, so Little John stayed with me at the cottage while your nephew Noah accompanied by his little brother Peter walked along with mom. Here is a picture from that day. Brothers and sisters should be like this, showing their love for the other. This is how you were raised. This is who we are.

Sending you hugs and love.

Letter to My Children (May 31, 2018)

Dear Children,

     We have been so busy, and I really need you to be here for us. But until you are, we carry on. Others stand in for you, fully expecting you will thank them one day. I read an interesting article The Wartburg Watch and will link it here for you all to read.

Xo Missing you.


Letter to Sarah from Mrs. Case (May 28, 2018)

Dear Sarah,

     Not only is this Memorial Day, but it is also Katy's anniversary. You did her hair and make-up (and made me let you do my make-up too!) and your Mom, of course, did her beautiful flowers. And remember, Jason wanted Katy to forgo the hair and make-up to go witness to the people in Henrietta who messed up the guy's pants and shirts. Katy was going to do it, but you said "no." Thankfully, she listened to you!
     You made her look and feel like a princess. Think what it would have done to her if you had refused to come and do these things that you had said months ago that you would. You did them, even though the higher-ups at CT told you not to. You stood up and did what was right. You need to do that now. Stop doing what these men tell you to do that you know are wrong. Don't let your conscience continue to be hardened by not listening to the Holy Spirit. Candace did end up going back on her word to help with the hair and make-up too, but you did what was right.
     As for the flowers, how would you have felt if at the last moment the flowers weren't done for you? Do you know how hard it would be to find flowers as beautifully made as the ones your sweet Mother did for Katy? It would have ruined her day.
     And do you know what your Dad said when he was told not to let you and your Mom do these things? He said he would hurt his own family but not the Cases'. Don't you find that a bit twisted?

Sarah, wake up. Come home.
Mrs. Case

Letter to My Children (May 27, 2018)

Dear Jonathan and Carly, Jackson, Madeline & Baby,
Dear Sarah and Taylor, Penny Rose and Weston,
Dear Joshua and Olivia,
Dear Christina,

     I love you all. I prayed for you on my way and all through church. Pastor Marty gave a brave and strong sermon on redemption through Christ. It is Memorial weekend, and you remember how we would visit the cemetery and share stories and poems of fallen military men and women. In Flanders Fields, my first memorized poem. Wished you were there to hear the sermon with us, and then go on our walk through the rows of flags.
     I believe you are all coming home to us any day now. The boys are fishing. Gretel is visiting old family friends across the lake. You are wanted and missed every moment.

Xo Mom

Letter to My Children and the Pastors of Calvary Temple Churches (May 21, 2018)

Dear Children and Pastors of Calvary Temple Churches:

     I don’t even know what to write. There is so much corruption in our supposedly Christian circles today. Integrity and truth have fallen in the streets and our churches.
     Married men having discreet affairs, businessmen who are shady in dealings, women who are cruel and have no kindness for those in pain, preachers of Gods Word who molest children and teens, civil servants sworn to protect and serve, turn a blind eye to preserve their jobs or friendships. Men who beat wives. Mothers who allow fathers to hurt their children. Pastors who slander others to their members.
     Heck, I am not talking about American society, I am talking about Christians that I have known. They go to church regularly, good churches for the most part that sing the same worship songs, share the gospel as in John 3:16, read the same bible. Not cults. But actual real churches. Not just Calvary Temple Church. Although CT stories are horrific enough to curl your hair.
      Now add in the three separate phone calls I received in the past week, telling me that Pastor Tony Wozniak told individuals outside and inside his church, that my blog is lies. And people should not talk to me. Astounding.
     And Tony knows? (Backdrop on Pastor Tony Wozniak. Formerly CT acknowledged head pastor of Calvary Temples’ Africa Mission. Before that, his Baltimore,MD church was a satellite of Calvary Temple for gosh, more than ten years? Correct me if I am wrong. Pastor Scott gave him a townhouse to use in Virginia and bought him a very nice motorcycle so he could go riding with Pastor Scott for fun when he was stateside.) I cleaned his townhouse, out of kindness, while he was in Virginia back in 2010-2011, as his wife Karen was getting medical treatments.
     Now in 2015, when I heard that Tony and Karen had suddenly left Africa, were on their own, starting a church up in Buffalo NY, I called his mom, to get his number to ask him directly, if he would go to Pastor Scott with me or for me, and get my children back. I detailed the request in my blog http://dearcalvarytemple.blogspot.com/2015/02/letter-to-my-children-february-16-2015.html. That is the only time Tony Wozniak has spoken with me in our past seven-year ordeal. He has not written, called or driven the 1 hour from Buffalo to our home to offer help or restoration of our children since we talked. He does regularly go to Virginia and preach at Calvary Temple Church.
     This does not look good, Tony. It appears you and your church are in Pastor Scott’s back pocket. And appearances are everything these days. Are you compromised, possibly engaging in wicked dealings that need to be covered up? Have you wounded, cut off, and cruelly treated members of your own family? Like the religious leaders of ancient Israel, are you throwing stones at those people who shed light on wicked deeds? Just asking.
     Give me back my children Pastor Scott, Pastor Heglund, Pastor Miller, Pastor Stone, Pastor Gardner, and Pastor Tony Wozniak.

Mrs. Molly Jo Fitch

Letter to My Children (May 13, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua & Christina,

     It is Mothers Day again. We stopped by your homes this morning, to try and see you all. Of course, Sarah, with your home under construction, I do not know where you are staying. Gretel and her three little boys were along this time. She wanted to introduce you all to her youngest son, Peter. He is a love and almost five months in this picture with Gramma.
     You know that on Mother’s Day I always asked for poems from you kids. And you would recite or read to me some sweet, some funny, some tragic, some precious. Like this one below. Christina actually recited this from memory when she was in second grade. I loved it Bean! We will teach it to Gretel's boys, along with Flanders Fields and Psalm 23. Come home dear children. You are loved and missed and wanted by us, by all your family, by all your old friends. Come home. Love and hugs and kisses always and forever.


Wynken, Blynken And Nod

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew
"Where are you going and what do you wish?"
The old Moon asked the tree
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beutiful sea
Nets of silver and gold have we"
Said Wynken, Blynken and Nod

The old Moon laughed and he sang a song
As they rocked in the wooden shoe
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in the beautiful sea
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish
For never afeared are we"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three
Wynken, Blynken and Nod

All night long their nets they threw
For the fish in the twinkling foam
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fishermen home
'Twas all so pretty, a sail it seemed
As if it could not be
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea
But I shall name you the fishermen three
Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes
And Nod is a little head
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle bed
Now close your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
As the old Moon rocked the fishermen three
Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Letter to Jonathan (April 28, 2018)

Dear Jonathan,

     The song linked below is beautiful. I hope you listen to it. Last week was tough, and only yesterday did I look at the no trespass order you had the sheriff give me while in Virginia last week. Many were concerned with how it affected little Noah. Only seven years old, he wanted to come with gramma to knock on his aunts and uncles doors again and try to see them. Instead what he saw was his uncle running out of his house, not to hug his mom and nephew, but to angrily confront a photographer working for The Washington Post, standing in the street, taking pictures of us knocking on your door, as we have done month after month for nearly seven years.
     The sheriff was kind, and I will copy it below this letter to you. I had to ask him to explain what it meant. Until the day I die, unless you bring me into your home, I can never leave you presents on your doorstep, knock on your door hoping to catch a few moments of seeing you and hearing your voice, or even hug you briefly. I cried. I love you. I will still come and just stand in the street now, hoping you will look out the window so I can see you. You are my son, and I will not give you up to a pastor so cruel, who teaches you to do these things.


Letter to My Children (April 18, 2018)

Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point ~ C. S. Lewis
Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua, and Christina,

      How are you all? How are our grandbabies? We love you and miss you. Just finished reading The Wartburg Watch (linked HERE), which I try to check out weekly. Stories of abuse and coverup of children and women in churches by ministry leaders are quite a big deal lately. Almost like God is pulling the curtains back. It's painful finding out individuals you respect are not respectable. That they are in fact, speaking out of both sides of their mouth, praising God one minute and the next quietly, secretively abusing vulnerable folks. For those of us who were well brought up, with loving parents and extended family that were safe, like me...it's hard to imagine how persons can lie so convincingly, all the while harm others so easily, over and over, for years!!, without getting caught.
      But it happens a lot. I guess anyway, from the explosion of articles in the news and the churches...of heinous abuse by people in positions of authority upon those least able to fight for themselves.
     Someone told me that I should just enjoy my life, and stop driving to Sterling, Virginia to try and see you. That I am wasting my life. I thought a lot about it. However, I don’t see it as wasting my life. I see it as my purpose. If I am a mom, it is my purpose to be one. And that means continually coming to try and see you and have our normal mom/Son & daughter/gramma/grandchild relationship. Whether or not you allow me in to be part of your lives. I will keep coming. It is what moms do. We love our own children, and we love our children’s children. I love you. God bless you dear hearts of mine.

Xoxo Your own mom

Letter to Sarah (April 7, 2018)

Dear Sarah,

      Seeing and hugging you last week, for a few moments, was wonderful. You look stronger, and with your wheelbarrow and hands dirty from digging in the garden, it was my girl, right down to the whistle for little Weston! As he came trotting over to you, I laughed out loud, cause that is just how I used to call you children when you were outside...and its just how my mom called us kids when we were outside strewn across the landscape...too far away for a conversation but those whistles were perfect to get our attention that mom wanted us!
      A friend sent this song, and I love it. This is Gods heart toward us all. I hope you can listen to it. What you are doing to us is not right. When a pastor (or anyone), withholds a child (or anyone) in order to get a desired end, that’s akin to blackmail.
      I love you daughter of mine. And I love my little Grandson, that I was able to meet for the first time, hold his small hand, and hear his voice! He has won my heart already!

Xoxo Mom

Letter to My Children (April 3, 2018)

Dear Children,

     I was able to spend a couple of days with old friends now living down south, who wanted to know all about how you are. You grew up around these families. Two of them are a retired pastor and his wife. They pray and cry out to God often for your release. What encouraged me was that all of them are pleased that I have not stopped fighting for you children to be allowed to have your mom and dad and sister and extended family again.
     Apparently, so does the anonymous insider of Calvary Temple who has been blogging for awhile now. In a recent post, which our daughter Gretel thinks is a response to our recent appeal to Pastor Scott which was again refused. https://tacticsofcalvarytemple.wordpress.com/2018/03/17/ceasefire/ 
     Sometimes the Tactics Blog is difficult to decipher. So more than a few of us are glad Michelle Freeman; whose personal story was written in The Wartburg Watch blog, decided to start a site helping explain Tactics. I will link it here: https://mycalvarytempletacticsblogcommentary.wordpress.com/
     Aside from all this, soon it is little John’s 3rd birthday. And we miss you all, and birthdays are not the same without you, and please call or text or come home and see us. I cry in my pillow at night for you, quietly so I do not wake up dad.

Xo Love and hugs and kisses, Mom.

Letter from Sydney Case (March 26, 2018)

Star Scott:

     Ok, let me get this straight: you want to meet with Molly Fitch ALONE? Are you crazy? My husband, Molly's former pastor, would never even think of meeting alone with a woman! Or are you planning on having your underlings there to intimidate her? No good pastor I know would ever tell a woman that.
     My friend is brave enough to take on a pit of vipers in their calvary temple den, but yet she is scared of a meeting with you? Well, I think that you are terrified of being exposed for what you are and that is why you don't want credible witnesses at a meeting. (Although I doubt you even intend to meet with her at all). She is not your average doormat, is she? Star Scott, let me give you a word from the Lord:
Now the Spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons, speaking lies in hypocrisy, having their own conscience seared with a hot iron. 
     If there were ever a guy whose conscience has been "seared with a hot iron," then that would be you. Notice I can't even call you a man.

Sydney Case

A Letter to Pastor Scott (March 22, 2018)

Dear Pastor Scott,

     I just heard this song. And I thought of you. You have been a monster to our family. Made my children sigh and cry for mom and dad and sister. Instructed my husband Tom to dismantle our family. Caused untold pain and suffering in our extended family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. But you can be forgiven, by us. You can be forgiven by God as well, but you must start doing the right thing, and stop doing bad things. You have broken lives littered behind you like broken toys of a spoiled child.
     Pain, exposure, justice or injustice, does not produce salvation. Only believe on Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved. He did it all. And that’s is all there is to it.

A Letter from the Community (March 21, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple and Fitch children,

     I just got done reading the email exchange between Molly Fitch and her son Jonathan. To me, there were two things that really stood out. One was the humility I saw in Molly's email when she requested a meeting with your pastor. It was clear Molly was troubled by Jonathan saying that she had put her children through hell by not meeting with Star Scott. I wonder why it is more important for Molly to meet with Star Scott rather than her own children?  Why haven't you children even sat down with your own mother to hear her side of the story?  Doesn't it say in the bible (Proverbs 18:13) "He that answers a matter before he hears it, it is folly and shame to him?"  The bible says to honor your mother and father. This is one of the Ten Commandments from God and it is NOT UP FOR DEBATE.
     The second thing I noticed was the coldness in Jonathan's response to his own mother. It seems like Jon would have been overjoyed to arrange a meeting; it was exactly what he said his mother should do. How is this okay that those who have wanted a meeting with their family members are not allowed to at the whim of Star Scott. Shouldn't your pastor want restoration of families?
     Something else that I am sickened by in Jonathan's response concerns the statement: "unconditional repentance". According to Star Scott, the pastors and congregation of Calvary Temple  know the bible better than everyone in this area, including local pastors. I challenge you to find IN THE BIBLE, Jonathan, the scripture "unconditional repentance".  I can find no example of Jesus teaching it, the disciples practicing it or the epistles supporting it. Therefore, it is false. It is not up to Star Scott or you, Jonathan, to decide if someone can be forgiven.
     Scripture says: 1 Timothy 2:5  For there is one God and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.
     Star Scott is not your mediator. Why does he require everyone to repent directly to him?
     Psalm 32:5 I acknowledged my sin to You, and my iniquity I have not hidden. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD.” And You forgave the iniquity of my sin.

Patty Simoneau

A Letter from the Community (March 20, 2018)

With aching hearts over broken families, shattered lives, destroyed reputations and relationships - but most importantly (in our opinion) those who have lost faith in God because of the actions of Star R. Scott and the leadership of Calvary Temple, Sterling, VA, we write this letter to its members, its satellite groups, members of the community, and all who have been the victims of abuse - spiritual, emotional, mental, physical, and sexual. 

Our hearts broke again as we read Molly's post from March 14, knowing all too well the utter sadness and pain, at the hand of one who has so completely brainwashed innocent victims.  It brought back all the emotions - heartbreak, frustration, anger, etc., from an all too familiar scenario played out in our own family late in 2009 as we anxiously and fervently pursued restoration with our children and two grandchildren.  While some of the details differ, sadly - but predictably, the end result was the same. 

We were thrown out of Calvary Temple in 2007 and though we were told we were still "Christians", we were immediately cut off from any contact with our family still attending there.  Through our attempts to reconcile, we actually had opportunity to meet face to face with our daughter Sarah, her husband Mike, and our 7 month old twin grandsons, Kevin & Ryan whom we had not met.  Similar words were spoken, "You need to repent".... of what I asked?  Accusations were made, and my question then was, "why has the offended one (Star R. Scott) not come to try and resolve this?  In the Bible, it is very clear that the principle of Matthew 18:15-17 requires one to come to a person with an offence and try to reconcile."  The verses read:

Moreover if your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he hears you, you have gained your brother. But if he will not hear, take with you one or two more, that ‘by the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established.’  And if he refuses to hear them, tell it to the church.

I stated that it seemed Star R. Scott had not done as the Bible instructed, but in fact had only "told the church" and then forced a separation of us from our children.  After some discussion on this, we were agreed on this biblical principle and the next step was for Mike and Sarah to arrange a meeting with their minister, Star R. Scott.  We parted with assurances that we loved each other and even heart felt hugs.  However when days had passed with no response, I questioned them on the status. 

"We cannot be reconciled Pastor Scott said he does not need to meet with you" was the only response we received via text message.

So, it is pretty clear - this man does not want reconciliation to happen.  Sadly, he refuses to obey and follow the precepts of the very Bible he claims to teach and follow.  In fact, he misuses the Bible to further his own agenda, leaving devastation in his wake.  He feeds on his ability to control and manipulate others through his distortion of Holy Scripture.

We continue to speak out, warn, and pray that this man will repent and stop his evil deeds, and that members of this congregation who have been deceived by him will have their eyes opened to the truth.  This is especially important to us and all who have come to understand just what Star R. Scott does and who he is.  You see, life for a member of Calvary Temple is a life of control and manipulation.  Information is strictly controlled and messages are formulated by Star R. Scott to present a picture, a scenario that he wants portrayed.  Details are not only left out, but altered to suit his purposes.  Indeed lies are told - and trusting followers could not believe that this man who represents himself as "called and anointed of God" could ever do anything wrong.  This is also why many people stay there - they don't have the truth, they have only what Star R. Scott wants them to know, and that is far from the "complete, real story."  So you see, really we cannot be silent. 

Some have said, if you would just be quiet and not criticize or speak out against them, maybe he would let you reunite with your children.  But that allows his manipulation and control to continue and it makes us a part of his evil, virtually erasing his wrongs in the eyes of the people.  Aah, but not so in the eyes of God!  The bottom line here is that if we know something is wrong and don't speak out against it or try to correct it, we are just as guilty.  

 "It is a sin when someone knows the right thing to do and doesn't do it."  James 4:17 (CEB)

We continue to trust and believe that the God who created this universe, the One who loves us more than we love ourselves, and gave His Son for us will sustain us, will keep us, will reunite us with our loved ones, and will deal with Star R. Scott according to his sins.  We miss our daughter and son in law, we long to know our (now) three grandchildren, but we will not compromise God's true Word or our relationship with the One who gave His life that we might live.

For all who have been the victims of abuse - spiritual, emotional, mental, physical, and sexual - at the hands of Calvary Temple or any one else, we offer these words with hope and prayer that they will comfort, encourage, heal, and restore...

I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
(Psalm 121)

Gary and Marsha Foster

A Letter from the Community (March 19, 2018)

     I have been following Molly Fitch’s blog awhile. It’s my opinion, and that of friends, the pastors in that church are not to be trusted. Our church considers this a dangerous place, and we are praying it will be exposed.
     And now it seems things are starting to be exposed everywhere. God is definitely at work, he knows all churches sins, just read Revelations. God bless you Molly for not giving up on getting your kids back. I know God hears you.
     If any of you care to listen to this interview it is enlightening: http://thewartburgwatch.com/2018/03/18/rachel-denhollander-calls-out-sovereign-grace-ministries-for-sex-abuse-coverup-on-the-story-with-fox-news-martha-maccallum/ 

- A resident of the Sterling area

A Letter from the Community (March 18, 2018)

To the so-called pastor of Calvary Temple Church, Sterling, Virginia,

Who do you think you are? God? You are demanding repentance in order for a mother to see the children she raised to love God and family? Because she?

Nothing. She has done nothing. You told Tom Fitch to break her. Remember? And he nearly succeeded. We have watched her mourn and fight for these kids for nearly seven years. And I for one am sick of this. You are a charlatan. A false shepherd, a false prophet, a thief, a liar, a slanderer of parents, a divider of families, a wolf in sheep's clothes. The lowest hell is not deep enough for you, and when I think of you using the Bible to break people, it makes me nauseous. You make real Christians groan and cry for justice. That God would stop you from this madness!

The only thing Molly Fitch has done, is be honest, brave, faithful to the truth of Gods love, faithful to her husband (go figure), and not give up her kids to you. And why should she? You stole their hearts and minds from her, while you had her husband threatening her for 3 months that unless she totally obeyed him and you, she would never see those kids again. And then you continue to slander her by controlling her kids until she (somehow?!) complies with your bizarre request. If that is not blackmail and intimidation, I don’t know what is. In my opinion you should be in jail.

A family member of the Fitch's

A Letter from the Community (March 17, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple,

Ok, so let me get this straight. This pastor Star Scott refuses to meet with a woman whose kids attend his church and refuse to see their mother. Is that about it? Gee, no wonder people protested across from this so called church. Thank God none of my family goes to this place. More like a cult than a church.  Why isn't he telling these kids to apologize to their mother? This pastor seems to have complete control over everyone. What a mess. My advice to everyone in that place, get out while you can.

A Sterling resident

A Letter from the Community (March 17, 2018)

Dear Fitch children,

Yesterday morning I read the recent correspondence between you and your mother. I am at a loss to understand the response from Pastor Scott. But I am going to attempt to understand the response from the perspective of Pastor Scott's insinuation that your mother is in sin and needs to repent. I will point out to you that she only asked for a meeting.

The email from Jonathan alleges that Pastor Scott believes your mom is in sin, and although she asks to meet with him, he refuses until certain requirements are met, (placed on her by Pastor Scott, not by scripture.) My first thought is: would a true shepherd be quick to help a "lost sheep"? Of course. Why can’t your pastor meet with your mom? And then rejoice, if she had repented of the unnamed and alleged sin. A meeting would give Pastor Scott a chance to tell her all her sins. If there are any. The fact that he refuses to meet, unless she meets certain criteria; meeting with him alone only, and meeting with him only if vague conditions (like: unconditional repentance) are met, causes me to assume he does not ever want to meet.

The phrase "unconditional repentance", I have researched and find no scriptures either in the Old or New Testament. I assume your pastor means no one should expect anything in return for repentance. In other words, your mom should not expect to see you children just because she might have ‘repented’ to your pastor. The fact is, why on earth wouldn't she be allowed to see her children???

Is there another reason why your mom is unsuitable to meet with Pastor Scott and then see her children? I can only think of one reason. He doesn't want you to see your mom because you will learn the truth about what was done to her when she was put away by the leadership of Calvary Temple.

Ellen Kusar

Letter to My Children (March 14, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua and Christina,

     I don’t know what to say. I received Jonathan’s email three days after I sent Pastor Scott a request to meet (because Jonathan insisted I go see him ALONE, which I am very reluctant to do, actually scared to go see Pastor Scott alone...). What do I say to the response? You know I have asked repeatedly...what have I done? You know I have tried many times to meet Pastor Scott along with one or more of his former and present pastors... I am sad, tired, puzzled, its like I am beating my head against a wall.
     Every contact I have had with you kids or past and present leadership of Calvary Temple, has been written in this blog. To keep the facts recorded. I don’t understand ] Pastor Scott. I don’t understand his reasoning. Why won’t he allow you children to have contact with us?

I love you so much. I will not give you up.

God bless you dearest dearest children,

Letter to Joshua (March 1, 2018)

Josh, Gretel noticed the writing on your t-shirt...I laughed because all I notice is all your faces. You are all happy, and content with each other. I love you all and will never give you away to others. You belong to our family. God gave you to us. And he did NOT take you away from us. Bad men have.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 28, 2018)

At the Park, just down the road from our home, with Duncan, Bean, and me. Gretel took the picture I think. Oh how you loved spending time at the McD’s. Mrs. McD told me you could have been one of her boys...with your slightly reddish tint in your hair! And your love of scavenging coins was legendary. When you were little, you and Gretel and Duncan would scour the house and cushions for loose change. But such a generous heart too. When Candace went on her first missions trip, you hauled out your jar of cash, and insisted that she have $50. A lot of money from a small boy, for a dear family friend, who was like another sister.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 27, 2018)


Why am I posting all these pictures for you to see? Because you looked at me as if I was a stranger, when I hugged you last month. After not being able to see you or hug you in 5 plus years!!!!! And I thought, what have they done to you? What have they said to make you forget? Pictures are worth a thousand words. Here is one of you and Jonathan and Dad and Taylor. We were all going sailing! This was before Pastor Ron and Pastor Scott talked your dad into putting me away to break me. I took the photo. And afterwards we all had seafood in some upstairs restaurant...you and Jonathan out ate your dad that day!

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 26, 2018)

Here’s a bunch of us, with Candace and her sister Danielle. Seems we were always a full house at the table. Are you missing a tooth in this picture Josh? Or just goofing, with some food wedged in that cheeky smile?

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 25, 2018)

Josh, there you are on the big tube, with your goggles on! Gosh you loved splashing around in that pool. A water boy like you dad.

Love you,

Letter to Joshua (February 24, 2018)

Topsail vacation. We all loved it there. Fun hunting for crabs at night with flashlights, nets and buckets. Dad looks worn out here, probably because chasing you kids around on his vacation was a whole lot more taxing than chasing cows. You all were full of energy, ambition, ideas, coming and goings. All five of you.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 23, 2018)


Mrs. Case sent me this one too, Danny’s birthday cake, made with help from your brother Jonathan and you Josh. All silly boys.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 22, 2018)

Josh, Christina, and cousin Jordan,

Making, eating, frosting, eating, posing, eating, sprinkling, and eating. Fun and goofy with your family.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 21, 2018)

Dear Josh,

Here is a picture from Mrs. Case. I love it. You and Danny had so much fun together, and even now, he asks often about you and if I have heard from you. Danny even came down there to try and talk to you. A PK (pastor's kid), and growing up right next to his dad's church, he knows how wonderful our family life was. His mom told me that her kids highlight of summer days, was to come over and stay at our place. Of course we had a lot of animals, pool, gully, creek, woods and lots of food. Bit of a draw, besides our charming personalities I would say. Anyway, this a a great picture.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 20, 2018)

So Josh, love the smile on your face. But were you following the horse or one of the sheep? I am assuming it was Ramsey the sheep. Right? Remember when cousin Brad hooked him up to a sled and pulled you guys around? I hope you are loving this trip down memory lane. I am.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 19, 2018)

Ok Josh, see what I mean? You are not a cold-hearted kiddo. You are a loving, protective, wonderful son. And you made me laugh, and we have so many stories of your fun ways. Putting Christina down the furnace grate with a rope! Ha, that was hysterical. Shooting out the little window panes of glass in our old barn with your slingshot...You were only four yrs old! Good shot, my little boy was. Always holding my hand so I’d not slip on the ice...cause of my bum hip. Sweetheart. What about the rooster story! Oh, that was FUNNY! And the time Candace babysat you little kids, and you had the Old Amos rescue at the gully with the farm truck. Dad and I shook our heads at you kids when we got back from the wedding we were at.

You are so wonderful Joshua, never forget it.
Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 18, 2018)

Hey Josh,

Remember the fun you had with Joel and Ruthie? Such happy kids. And I loved it when you were all happy together.

Xo Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 17, 2018)

Dear Josh,

Your birthday, a swim party, friends, family (dad is behind you with the Hand! Lol), and joy.

Love you lots,

Letter to Joshua (February 16, 2018)

Dear Josh,

Here you are playing cards with Grampa Beck. What a handsome boy! I am so proud of you.

Xo, Mom

Letter to Joshua (February 15, 2018)

Dear Joshua,

     While looking through the albums, I found so many pictures of you and me, so I am going to post a few for you. I have heard Olivia is not well, and you both are struggling. I love you. What can I do to help? Please tell Olivia we love her. I am deeply saddened that her parents Randy and Lynn Carr have aided Pastor Scott in hiding you from us. They were our neighbors and friends, and I would never have thought they would try to keep our son from us. It's horrible. It was obvious when I saw you and hugged you, for those 5 minutes, that they have not kept the love for your mom and dad alive, you looked at me as if I were a stranger. It broke my heart, broke Denise's heart who saw it, and saddened your little nephew Noah. He hugged your leg, and you did not even hug him back, or say a word to him. Oh, Josh, that is not who you were. Come alive again, and throw off the coldness. You are loved and you were always so loving and protective of your mama.

God bless you, my dear son.