Justice vs. YWAM
Last night I had a dream about YWAM. I was back on the base in South Australia with my own team, my own people, in our own quarters. When I walked around there were so many new faces, faces that broke my heart because YWAM was still enlisting new naive recruits and yet all these faces knew me and whispered under their breath a hushed recognition that I was the great "troublemaker". In the dream there were also familiar faces- people I was betrayed by- and voices of my abusers echoed in the hallways. Panic tried to grip me, people tried to push me out- force my hand to act out in anger, but I kept moving. The dream then cut to a familiar hall and a familiar stage where Pablo Nunez was giving some kind of sermon and I rushed the stage and took his place wearing a robe with a long train and every inch of that train signified a testimony of abuse within YWAM. I began to speak to the new recruits, imploring them to think about the kind of God they serve and to think if what YW