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.