What I’m saying is, I was a Christian before during and after I beat him. I was hardly older than the relative in age and the man was in his thirties. The man was an ex-con that ran a local key shop. I beat him for revenge, and a profound disgust for the damage he’d done to the boy. He was sent to prison a short time after this when the mother of another boy found him molesting her son. My relative begged me not to go to the cops, not wanting the shame of being raped to be public, so... And I’m not saying all homosexual men rape children, although it seems there’s a lot of pedophilia involved in more than a few of these attractions. Being Christian didn’t lessen the desire to punish this man however, or not enough to stop me from acting anyway. Even after many years I’ve never felt much burdened by regret about it. When I was growing up there wasn’t much sentimental Christianity with any men I knew. Most of our fathers fought in WWII and were charitable and yet undemonstrative Christians. I guess that was long ago.
The shame of being raped to go public.
That says a lot about this sinful, cruel world and secondarily of how you aligned yourself with it!