You may be wondering where I have been the last few weeks. It's not that I didn't have anything to say but more how to say it.
The darkness came the Tuesday before last and things long buried and misunderstood came crashing out. It felt like the sky fell in.
A man at some point in the past settled in a French village. He was clever with words, was charismatic and had a penchant for bow ties. He used a local name. And back in the summer he disappeared.
If a stranger comes into my community for no apparent reason my question is what is he running from.
I know what that man was running from. And I know his real name.
My working life and my mental health life have exposed me to unimaginable darkness and danger at times. But I have very rarely met evil.
Stunned into silence by the news that the missing man had killed himself. My thoughts exploded and I didn't know what to do. Was he evil? I think he may well have been. One friend who is a priest had no qualms in stating he was glad of the death of another child abuser.
I don't know what to think. But what I do know is that I must go on as me and not be tainted by badness and the manipulation of one so absorbed by his own need.
I Heard a Voice
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