This past week I heard the story of a young woman who described her years and accomplishments in college sport, and then as a professional athlete, while hiding the untold shame of a shattered childhood.
Only after leaving the daily pressures and showcase of competition did she finally begin to look in the mirror, and then slowly and painfully into the memories that were stalking her. Today, even though the pain of childhood sexual betrayal and abuse can still be seen in her eyes as she tells her story, those same eyes reflect the growing peace and confidence that she has found by learning to struggle with and in God rather than against him.
In thinking back on what she said about her own journey, I’ve been trying to connect the dots that put our own twisted sexuality somewhere between the wonderful gift of intimacy that God gave to reproduce his own likeness— and the nakedness of his own suffering for us.
Even though that seems like a stretch, there must be a relationship between the sexual betrayal of childhood innocence, the nakedness of Christ as he hung on a cross, and the innocence of shared intimacy that was entrusted to— and lost— by our first parents.
Who will deny that the self-absorbed sexual use of a child— or an adult— like pride and murder, is an example of the inexpressible wrongs that the Son of God endured for us—as his unclothed body was nailed to shudder and die on the ultimate tree of good and evil.
Genesis seems to make it clear that, in the beginning, a failure to trust God resulted in a loss of innocence that robbed us of our inability to reproduce a trustworthy likeness of our Creator’s love and goodness.
Could this be one reason that a loving God allowed himself to be exposed to gawking eyes— while being violated emotionally, physically, and spiritually on our behalf—to show us not only that he understands our confusion—but has been willing to bear the sin that caused it…
Am not claiming to understand all that I’ve said… but rather that, all together, it seems to be telling far more than one daughter’s story…