we touched this same spot with our hands, our feet, our gaze and our dreams

Friday, May 07, 2010

"the Auschwitz of missionary kid boarding schools."

 "As the flames licked closer to my skin, from deep within me arose a gust of strength I cannot fully explain to this day. I had a desperate thought: I could win this time. This time, the houseparent had unwittingly put himself in a place where I could actually win, if I could endure enough pain. I knew in my heart that he was wrong. He was lying, and I felt the evil and injustice to the core of my soul. I was not Satan's tool. I was a little boy with a broken heart who had found his voice and cried out for rescue. So, enough—enough shame, enough abuse, enough lies. It had to stop somewhere, sometime. I made my decision: It stops now! I'm not letting go!
Nothing was going to make me cry out or drop that candle. This is where I would take my stand—this was my little Masada."

A Candle in the Darkness
The president of Compassion International tells his story of childhood abuse and deliverance in a West Africa boarding school.

A Badly Broken Boarding School
The story behind the cover story.

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