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.

Love,
Mom

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.