mystery

a snow covered hill, which (unhelpfully) I have so far failed to identify …

years ago, I was a teenager / just before heading off to university, I attended a large, Christian youth gathering / these were the days when people were saying that you should be filled with the Holy Spirit, to experience genuine Christian joy / my evangelical upbringing had focused on bible reading, and singing choruses / and when I encountered a group who were willing to lay hands upon me, and pray, I was keen / when nothing happened, they suggested that I needed to confess my sins, which I did, publicly / but nothing seemed to avail, and I left, disappointed …

later that evening, I met a leader, whom I knew / when I told him what had happened, he reminded me, gently, of a verse in Paul’s letter to the Romans about it being enough simply to believe (and there’s a bit about proclaiming, I think) / the relief was overwhelming / and my emotion was, indeed, joy, in place of despair …

some years later, one of the Scottish broadsheets decided to print a page, with photos, of all of the registered sex offenders in the country / I was shocked to see this leader’s face amongst them …

a number of reasons why I’ve written this story to-day / and I’m not daring to draw any conclusions / except to say that this person was unfailingly kind (and never inappropriate) towards me / I owe him a real debt, in terms of his support …

3 thoughts on “mystery

  1. Thanks for sharing. It highlights the reality that the whole thing is complicated and different people have different experiences of people.

  2. As for the unidentified hill. If you know where it is (more or less) find a nearby road on Google maps.

    There are a lot of scenic places places which can be seen by dragging the street view man on to the road. Many rural areas are covered now.

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