“Do You See Me?” – story by “Jane” about being drugged and sexually assaulted by a pastor John MacArthur The Master’s Seminary Student. Cover-Up and Intimidation by MacArthur’s Schools and Staff. -Featured on Marci Preheim’s blog

‘Rick [Holland] leaves the room several times to go talk to [[pastor] John MacArthur [Grace Community Church in Southern California]. He comes back with John’s ruling on the matter. Rick tells me that I need to be disciplined for doing drugs, drinking alcohol and almost dancing. He said the consequence for breaking the rules is that I will be kicked out of the college. He is angry at me for going to the police and the doctor. I should have let the church handle this without outside interference. He tells me not to tell anyone else, not my fellow classmates, not my teachers, not anyone at church.

“You are ruining that young man’s life!” He says.’

Source: http://www.marcipreheim.com/2017/09/18/do-you-see-me/

Patriarchy Professor Proves Women Are Spiritual Leaders Over Men – Tim Fall’s blog

Tim's Blog - Just One Train Wreck After Another

[From the archives.]

Wayne Grudem recently gave an interview (my thanks to Joan for linking to it) in which he argues that women should not lead men, that men are the spiritual leaders over women, and that all of this has been God’s plan since the dawn of creation.

I’m not convinced, despite his list* of reasons why he believes this:

As I explain in detail on pages 30-42 of Evangelical Feminism and Biblical Truth, I think that at least the following 10 reasons indicate that there was male leadership in marriage before there was sin in the world:

(1) Adam was created first, then Eve (Genesis 2:7, 18-23).

(2) Adam, not Eve, at [sic] a special role in representing the human race (see 1 Corinthians 15:22; also Romans 5:12-21).

(3) Adam named Eve (Genesis 2: 23).

(4) God named the human race “Man,” not “Woman” (Genesis 5:1-2).

(5)…

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The worst things Jerkface ever said to me.

Bye-Bye, Jerkface.

One night shortly after I left Jerkface for good, I was sitting alone in my dark little apartment in the fog belt of San Francisco, and I actually missed him. Why? Who the heck knows, although I suppose it was a bit of Stockholm Syndrome. I was appalled and bewildered because I had fought so hard to free myself from the hell of our marriage and had been thoroughly enjoying coming home after work and oh, just listening to music (shocking) or eating whatever I damn well wanted (gasp!) instead of hearing his voice, smooth with faux concern, slowly and systematically destroy me and what I knew to be real.

There was no way I was going to allow myself to go back to him in a dangerous moment of weakness.

So I made a Jerkface candy jar. What’s that, you ask? The idea was that any time I dared think of going…

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