Today my heart aches

I read the news yesterday about the Archdiocese of Los Angeles settling with victims. Yesterday I thought, "I should be happy for them." Even the headline noted what to me would be the most important -- more important than $660 million. An apology. So I should rejoice for them.

But this morning I turned on the TV and there was a woman just a little younger than me trying to talk to the press and crying. She was so clearly reliving bits and pieces of the horror. She was quite upset, and I was with her. I expect in some measure she is happy and relieved, but the cost is so unimaginably huge. If it were me, when facing the press I would be reliving the horror of not having been heard in the past. Why does it take lawyers and the press to be believed and listened to? What does this say about our religions? What does this say about us?

I bet that's it. That's usually it when I talk to others who have gone through this. UU, Catholic, Episcopalian, Buddhist, male, female, straight, gay, young, old. It doesn't matter. It's all the same. It's not being heard by leadership that is the worst -- much worse than the original horror. And then, the next day, I would feel so very trapped in that reality. That's what breaking the silence does. It traps you there, paralyzing the other parts of your life. I pray for her sake and all the others courageous enough to speak their truth that now they may truly and completely lay this burden down. I pray that the burden will now and forevermore be shouldered by those with power.

And I pray that our faith knows and understands that there, but for the grace of God or sheer dumb luck, go we. Our procedures are in shambles and our leadership does not listen to victims. Just read the policies. It's quite clear whom they listen to. It probably isn't malicious, but it doesn't matter. In a way, that makes it even more devastating. You can bet if the press ever talked to me (please God no), that I would cry my way through talking about UUs hating me for simply speaking the truth -- about how it damaged my life, my family's life, my children's lives and my congregation's life.

Bear in mind I'm part of a success story. I won, my family and congregation are thriving, and still, I sit here aching to my core. It's because of how more recent victims of UU misconduct have been treated. Our leadership is no longer listening.

So I also pray for UU humility. I pray that our leadership has the grace not to feel, much less act, superior to the Catholic leadership. In my most hopeful moments, I hope they connect the dots and realize that Cardinal Mahoney is their face. And the woman crying? She's the face of all congregations damaged by misconduct.