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.
Mom

http://michellevanloon.com/2018/04/21/after-a-leaders-sin-has-been-revealed/

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.

Mom

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