These are the feelings I experienced in class as we watched the film, We Were Children. (Eyes covered at times. Tears dripping down my face. Wondering if I would actually vomit.)
Outrage at the evil rape of children by criminals hiding in the cloaks of the Catholic Church. Time and again, the Catholic Church has been in the spotlight for their refusal to deal with the pedophiles in their midst. The stench of rottenness goes deep within the organization. Those in high leadership now have been aware of the problem that has existing for decades. Rings of pedophiles torturing and abusing children have found a safe haven in the arms of the Vatican. Jehovah’s Witnesses have had the same scandal as revealed by an Australian Royal Commission. THIS SHOULD NOT BE!
Outrage that children and families were separated. Why did the government not send teachers to the communities? This is something I need to find out. My husband and I believe strongly in the importance of family and were counter-cultural in our lifestyle, which included home-schooling. No government should have the authority to take children away from their families to enforce government-dictated education. Outrage that I was not taught about residential schools in all those years of Canadian history courses I took. THIS SHOULD NOT BE!
Deep grief for the pain and loss those children experienced. For the mothers and fathers with empty arms, whose trust was so shattered. For the lifelong scars and devastation. THIS SHOULD NOT BE!
Shame at being a citizen of a country whose government took these actions. Shame at being associated through being a Christian with these religion-peddlers who would treat children with such harshness. The call of Christ is an invitation to come and rest, and to be free from the burdens imposed by man-made institutions masquerading as speakers for God. It is an faith that values each individual and that protects and nurtures children. It does not force itself on others. It is marked by love and compassion for others. What we saw in the film is not true Christianity. It is something else entirely. THIS SHOULD NOT BE!
In my congregation, I administered our protection policy for anyone coming in contact with vulnerable people – seniors, children, those with special needs. Police checks, references, yearly training, windows in all doors, and other policies to protect those we love from those who would try to harm them. It is a very serious matter. Sadly, there are pedophiles who think that churches are easy targets. People are welcoming and trusting. There can be access to lots of families. We hear isolated news reports of incidents in Protestant churches. There are wolves among the sheep, and we need to be vigilant to protect our lambs.
I have a dearly loved sweet grand-daughter with an unknown aboriginal heritage. The little girl in the movie reminded me so much of her. Her heritage is unknown because of estrangement. There is a story there. I have always wondered what that story is since no one seems to know. It won’t be easy but I wonder if I can find out.
Knowledge takes us to a different place. We grow, painfully, in our understanding of others as stories are told and layers are peeled back. This will have consequences for our practice of community music.
Our eyes are opened. This is a good place to be, right?