(an encore post by Cecil Murphey)
His name is Mike and he sent me his story (which I've condensed).
The deacon, who was also my Sunday school teacher, started visiting me to help me understand the Bible. My folks liked him because he was friendly, and so did I. At first. But that changed.
He molested me and kept doing it every week or so for about two years.
You know what he told me? He said I was a terrible sinner and I was heading straight to hell, but he was there to help me get rid of evil thoughts and to be pure. It sounds crazy now, but I did what he told me and that was supposed to make me into a good kid.
"He was the sinner!" I told my wife just four weeks ago.
She said, "Of course he was." She seemed surprised that I hadn't figured it out.
I thought I was the one who had failed God and been evil. For more than twenty years I hated myself because I believed his terrible lies.