Meranda, I love your voice & am so glad you jumped in. One of the men who molested me in childhood was also a minister, but I had to keep being exposed to him because he was also the town cobbler and we had to make our shoes last a long time. Oh, and he had a candy counter in front of the store and his home was in the back. He molested me and at least one of my sisters, right in front of his wife, who sat there knitting, while holding us tight on his lap. The other one was a young man from my church. But I didn't blame God for them. That would have required much more sophisticated thinking than I could express, and I couldn't even explain it to my Mom or Dad because I didn't know what those parts were called "down there." However, my Dad did catch the second one in the act. He was luring us girls into barns and outbuildings on our farm & the one next door and managed to digitally violate us and demonstrate his anatomy. Someone ran & told Dad, who came back with a stick and just wailed on the guy, then dragged him to his house to tell his family what he'd done. I happened to be laying in a manger, no kidding, that's where he lured me, then ran when he heard the commotion, so I just hid there, thinking I was in trouble.
Sexual molestation is a big contributor to obesity, among other things that go wrong later. I was only about 8 years old & never told anyone until I was a teen, when I confided in my cousin Mary. I don't think religion is ever a factor in pedophilia, even when a minister is doing it. Another man who molested another sister was the man who used to deliver baked goods, Wonder Bread, no less, and he was a friend of my Dad's. He gave us bread that would be stale, at the end of his deliveries. About 15 years later, he took a shotgun to his head while his son was in the next room. It's stunning sometime how tragic life is, and how unnecessary that tragedy is. I've never gotten over it because it stole something from me I could never get back, and it took years and a lot of research and writing about the crime to get to the point where I could turn it from a wound to a scar. I think it should be a capital crime, but there's always a chance the accused might not be guilty, so it never will be.
You're a valuable contributor to our group and I'm so glad you have a center of faith in your life.