by Elizabeth Wyse Cook
I was hurt. I was upset. I just couldn’t understand it. How could this be happening? It sure wasn’t what I expected. He worked for a Christian organization that promoted godly living in all areas of life. He had faithfully performed his duties. He cared for his co-workers. He cared for the people he served. He worked hard. He lived above reproach. He was loved by those who interacted with him. Now he was leaving, and not by his choice.
I stayed long enough to see more of the same type of thing happen.
I stayed long enough to see the leader for who he was. A leader that I once respected so highly that I believed everything he said. He was a leader who was easy to respect. He talked about having high ideals. About not giving in to weakness and sin. The stories he told were impressive; how people had found answers to life’s problems through following his advice. It all looked fairly simple. He made things seem so clear. He really cared about people, listened to them, and sent them away with changed lives. At least, that is what he said.