But my mind still can’t help but return the darkness and fear I felt during my first night on Lake Ida and wonder what my former camper experienced. Did my former camper feel pain? Was he scared? What was going on in his mind as his lungs filled with water? More importantly, was God there with him?
We need to preach and believe in a God whose love is manifest not through a bloody death but through the explicit condemnation of abuse and who actively works to journey with and heal those who have been abused by loved ones, strangers, and/or societal institutions.