The Revelation of a Young Boy:

There was a young boy and God was with him. He was very young when his parents, those closest to him started to abuse him. They did terrible things to him, seemingly going out of their way to humiliate him and to hurt him. The abuse began when he was only a baby. And for this reason, God was with him. God was touched by his pain and suffering. One day, God came to him and asked him to tell people what was happening to him and that they would stop the abuse. The child was sad and felt like he didn’t deserve to be loved. He wanted to forgive his parents, hoping, believing that they would change. He never stopped believing in them. Oh, how great was this child’s love for his parents. He wanted to love them. He knew they loved him. But he knew also, they did not know how to love truly. God, another time came to him and asked him if He could use the boy, in the future, for His glory and for the salvation of souls. This would mean that he would experience much suffering and that the abuse would continue but that he would be able to tell his truth when he grew older. The thought of growing older scared the boy. But as God’s love washed over him, he was filled with passion and love and a desire for His Father’s will to be done. He agreed. As the boy grew, his experiences began to weigh him down. And as he grew, his suffering, the things his parents would do to him became more and more sinister, more and more hurtful. He never lost faith. His heart was strong but his flesh was weakened. When he was just a young man, he was accosted by a group of men who wanted to hurt him. They pursued him and cornered him until they had him alone. There, they beat him viciously, until with a final strike they kicked him in his head. He was able to get home to his parent’s house where he simply lay in bed, not trusting his parents to tell them. The boy died there that night. God never left him. In spirit, he visited Heaven and Hell. When he woke, months had passed. When the boy woke, he couldn’t move and was unable to speak. His parents had been with him, by his side the entire time. While he was sleeping, he grew conscious enough at times to see how dedicated and passionate his parents had been about his recovery. He was conscious of how they touched him inappropriately while he was in this state as well. He brushed this out of his mind. He still believed that they would change, that they would love him as he deserved and stop hurting him. He was surprised and hurt the first time he was abused again by his parents. He felt lost. But he knew in his heart that things would get better for him if he only kept faith. The words of God from when he was younger entered his ears as he lay still, beckoning that the boy would be able to tell his truth as he grew older. He was seeing a psychiatrist at the hospital he was in. When the boy would see her, he wouldn’t say a word. He grew silent. She was very patient with him but the more she asked questions, the quieter he became. Until one day, the boy shouted nearly in a panic, ‘My parents hurt me!’ She looked at him questioningly at first but then her eyes widened and she rose and exited the room. When she returned, she knelt down and held the boy and said that everything would be alright, that everything would be taken care of. The months of therapy after seemed like a blur. The boy was making incredible progress in his recovery. He was already up on his feet and was attending classes at the high school on the hospital grounds. The interview with police was painful but quick. They had simply come to his hospital room with a camera and asked him some questions. The rest, as the therapist had said, ‘was taken care of’. The news coverage surrounding his story and his recovery was widely publicized. There was a movie about him and he received letters from all over the world. There was a trial for his parents, during which a couple of family members sent him to their condo in Florida where he spent the week golfing and resting. Apparently, he was not the only one to come forward about them. When he returned to high school, everyone tried so hard to help him. Though he wasn’t able to accept their help at first, pushing people away, people did not give up on him and they helped him still. There, he was able to experience love as it was intended. In his last year of high school, he applied to colleges. He was so excited when he heard back that he had gotten into a program in radio production. He moved into the college residence where he met hundreds of people, including his future wife. People rejoiced in his recovery. He started a number of advertising campaigns and his own radio show. He used the growing internet as a way to spread his message of love and mercy. He used the platforms as a way to spread the love that he felt in his heart but found so difficult to put into words. As much as he loved his parents, wanted to believe in them to change, somehow he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to recover so well and move on with his life had he not told his truth and had the opportunity to confront the issue. A couple of years after he had graduated from college, after speaking his truth to the world, he was baptized and spent his time in prayer and in Church. Suddenly, the love that he felt was made clear to him. He loved because of God’s love for him. One day, he felt a conviction to visit his parents in their home. “I forgive you,” he whispered. The tears that flowed from his dad’s eyes warmed his heart and he lay his hand on his shoulder and prayed over him.