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My Savior

My Savior

Talitha had been struggling with a secret that she had been keeping hidden from everyone, including her family. For years, her father had been sexually abusing her, and she had never found the courage to speak out. She recognized that she was wrought with depression and plagued with inner demons that caused her to be unable to maintain positive relationships. In desperation, Talitha knew she needed to talk to someone about it, but she was afraid of the consequences.

It was Wednesday evening and her local church was having a special service to address survivor victims. The room was packed with people who were all there for various personal reasons. Talitha sat nervously in the pew alone, her eyes fixed on the altar. Father John’s sermon today was about compassion and forgiveness. As he spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She was confused and conflicted about his message. Could she ever forgive her father for what he had done to her? Could she forgive herself for the part she played in it? Father John was a kind man, and he had always been someone that Talitha had looked up to. Finally, she mustered up the courage to seek counsel from Father John, who she hoped would be able to help her. After the sermon, she walked the grounds waiting for the mobs of churchgoers to leave before she made her way to his office, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Father John?" Talitha said softly, as she knocked on his door.

"Come in," Father John replied, with a ...

... warm smile.

Talitha stepped into the office, closed the door behind her, and sat down in the chair in front of Father John's desk.

"How can I help you today?" Father John asked, looking at her kindly.

Talitha took a deep breath before speaking. "Father John, I was touched by your sermon today and I need your guidance. I'm struggling with depression. You see,… my father… he… he,” the words came difficult to Talitha, but she knew she had to say it, “...I believe he has been mentally and sexually abusing me for the past several years.” Talitha looked down at her toes, tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she finally said it out loud, validating her feelings to herself and confirming it was real. She lifted her head and looked at the priest to continue, “I am feeling worthless and alone. I do not believe I can find compassion and forgiveness for either him or me."

Father John, surprised, listened intently, his expression growing more and more conflicted as Talitha spoke. He knew Talitha's father well. He was a good patron of the church and had made many generous donations over the years. Father John had known Talitha since she was 13 years old and never sensed any abuse or unhappiness from her family. Instinctively, he felt that Talitha may have been mistaken and may not truly understand what she was talking about, after all, at 19 years old could this child truly comprehend the consequences of that allegation? But he also knew that this was a serious issue ...