Christians Against Domestic Abuse presents:

Mothers’ Union PROTEST

No More 1 in 3

 
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Introduction

 
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No more 1 in 3!

Mother's Union protest

 
 

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Inside Out

Poem written and narrated by David Roe

 
 

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Butterfly Kisses

a poem by Gethsemane Lynn

Well respected church attender,
stalwart biblical defender,
leads his wife and children well
We're captivated by his spell.

He'd give the shirt right off his back
to anyone who has a lack.
He has a way with young and old,
and treats most everyone like gold.

He oozes charm, charisma too,
there's nothing that this man can't do.
They're hanging on his every word -
the greatest things they've ever heard.

Behind closed doors, he's on the prowl
a predator with silent growl,
whose mission is to use his power
to make his little woman cower.

Deadly daggers dripping honey,
little digs that seem so funny…
He's not hurting anyone,
it's just a joke - he's having fun!

He is the place confusion's born
for he's her solace and her storm.
A crooked master of her mind
through him, reality's defined.

She'll tend the children, wash the dishes,
let him give butterfly kisses,
while adoring crowds look on
for in his game, she's just a pawn.

Like sheep, the people flock to him
and cater to his every whim.
The wool is pulled over their eyes,
they cannot see behind the lies.

They're caught up in their reverie
of silver-tongue-tied flattery.
Like razored fences wrapped in feathers,
tickled minds all stick together.

In the midst of this parade,
his wife cries out, "it's a charade!"
But she is beaten by the throng,
because she chose not to belong.

Make her shut up, the people shout
she won't submit, so throw her out!
We do this in God's name, of course
for she has shown us no remorse.

Permitting such egregious sin,
of sowing discord deep within,
would go against God's Holy Word,
and cause disruption to the herd.

So we must take back our control,
for she has stepped outside her role.
We'll tame her tongue with gospel bridle,
lest she dare destroy our idol.

Guarding him is what we do.
It's not his fault she's such a shrew!
We've seen his works, he bears good fruit -
this woman is of ill repute!

And all the people will agree
to eat their own so happily.
Betrayal's fangs wrapped in a kiss,
A woman scorned; the truth dismissed.

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Beauty out of Brokeness

Healing is possible

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Healing is possible. We may never be the same again; we may not lose our scars, but our wounds can become a source of beauty. Click here to see a little bit about the Japanese art of Kintsugi that creates beauty out of brokenness.

EXPOSURE

 
 
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Breaking Through To Freedom

Excerpts from one woman's journey from abuse to survival, freedom, healing and thriving

Follow the link at the end of this section to read Kim Fewell's complete self-illustrated life story


 
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Cracked Pot

The cracks were beginning to show,
A part of me had died,
I keep that part in the dark
So no one could possibly know.


Jar of Hearts

I think I can’t be happier
You capture my heart…..in a jar?
The world around is radiant, bright.
Naively I believe I’ll be enough.

When did you disengage?
Why did my love meet with rage?
Your needs met by any passing heart
Your infidelities are my impossibly high standards.

Monochromatic world my light is gone
My heart so empty, lifeless, undone
Where have you been? This jar is too crowded.
Recoiling from your icy touch

Life has taken on a different meaning
It feels like you’ve disappeared
I’ve misunderstood, a simple mistake, all’s ok
I’m still alive….I think.

Why do you steal and collect hearts?
I’m half alive in this miserable jar.
I’m on view to the world
But my world is foggy.

Colourless, lifeless fog: fear, obligation, guilt.
To be authentic again not a specimen on show
No longer your ghost, don’t come back!
You will NEVER ever have me again.

Colour floods back into my world
And life beats into my heart.
I can just remember feeling this way before,
The scars will heal and I will be strong again.

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Breaking Through to Freedom

I know for sure I can’t stay in this hell
But I know I have to get well
I will survive.

I know that I will lose some friends
But this confusion has to end
I will survive.

I know I will be financially poorer
But my life will be truer and fuller
I will survive.

I know this almost killed me
But now I am finally free
I’m not just surviving I’m thriving
Just watch me and see!

Read Kim Fewell's complete self-illustrated here

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Moving Forward

How you can help

 
 

Visit Mother's Union (Newcastle Diocese) website here

Visit Restored UK website here

To get involved with Christians Against Domestic Abuse (CADA) click on the Contact link at the top of this site

Sign up the CADA newsletter at the bottom of this page


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