I have no interest whatsoever in reconciling with Tracy and don’t really care anymore what she thinks of me, because I consider her an abuser and a bully and the most horrid person I’ve ever known, and I believe she’s a false Christian.<\/p>\n
As for Richard, this person I had dearly loved like a brother, respected, trusted and looked up to, this person I saw as a man of God, this person whom I saw as my spiritual mentor and guide, this person I supported emotionally through all his troubles while he lived with us, the person I told all my secrets to, has betrayed me and let me be verbally\/emotionally torn apart like a wild animal.<\/p>\n
Because of his connection to my spiritual journey<\/a>, it’s been a struggle not to abandon all the things in Orthodoxy (or Christianity) that I associated in any way with Richard.<\/p>\n Because our friendship and his living here had seemed to be a direct and obvious answer to prayer<\/a>, my faith in God has been damaged so much that I often doubt God even exists.<\/p>\n Because why would God answer my prayer with a curse, with an angel of light that turned out to be the devil? \u00a0The devil couldn’t have heard my prayer, because it was said to God by my mind, not by my mouth.<\/p>\n Two options rise up, both too frightening and repugnant to accept: that either<\/p>\n 1) God did answer my prayer with a curse, or<\/p>\n 2) God does not exist and it was all chance.<\/p>\n I keep hoping that one day a third option will make itself clear, but for now, I understand how even Mother Theresa<\/a> could have gone through the dark night of the soul<\/a>.<\/p>\n I knew the devil would try to get me out of Orthodoxy if I converted, as fellow converts speak of such things online, and he’d already been throwing various things at me, especially during Lenten periods.<\/p>\n But I had no idea he would do something like this that could sear me to my soul with a flaming sword, rip me away from the one whom I honored as the person who led me to the truth, damage me so much.<\/strong><\/p>\n I had no idea that the person I honored as a man of God, had such crumbling feet of clay, would lead me to the truth and then be the means for shattering my faith.<\/strong><\/p>\n I can only hope the following is true, taken from an earlier, more extensive version of the above Wikipedia link for “dark night of the soul<\/a>“:<\/p>\n Rather than resulting in permanent devastation, the dark night is regarded by mystics and others as a blessing in disguise, whereby the individual is stripped (in the dark night of the senses) of the spiritual ecstasy associated with acts of virtue.<\/p>\n Although the individual may for a time seem to outwardly decline in his or her practices of virtue, in reality he becomes more virtuous, as she is being virtuous less for the spiritual rewards (ecstasies in the cases of the first night) obtained and more out of a true love for God.<\/p>\n It is this purgatory, a purgation of the soul, that brings purity and union with God.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n From A Saint’s Dark Night<\/a> by James Martin:<\/p>\n Even the most sophisticated believers sometimes believe that the saints enjoyed a stress-free spiritual life–suffering little personal doubt. For many saints this is accurate:<\/p>\n St. Francis de Sales, the 17th-century author of “An Introduction to the Devout Life,” said that he never went more than 15 minutes without being aware of God’s presence. Yet the opposite experience is so common it even has a name.<\/p>\n St. John of the Cross, the Spanish mystic, labeled it the “dark night,” the time when a person feels completely abandoned by God, and which can lead even ardent believers to doubt God’s existence.<\/p>\n During her final illness, St. Th\u00e9r\u00e8se of Lisieux, the 19th-century French Carmelite nun who is now widely revered as “The Little Flower,” faced a similar trial, which seemed to center on doubts about whether anything awaited her after death.<\/p>\n “If you only knew what darkness I am plunged into,” she said to the sisters in her convent.<\/p>\n But Mother Teresa’s “dark night” was of a different magnitude, lasting for decades. It is almost unparalleled in the lives of the saints.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Table of Contents\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n 1. Introduction<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n 2. We share a house<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n 3. Tracy\u2019s abuse turns on me<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n 4. More details about Tracy\u2019s abuse of her husband and children<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n 5. My frustrations mount<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n 6. Sexual Harassment from some of Richard\u2019s friends<\/a> <\/b><\/p>\n 7. Without warning or explanation, tensions build<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/b> 9. The fallout; a second chance?<\/a> <\/b><\/p>\n 10. Grief<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n\n
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