“Write on my gravestone, “Infidel, Traitor” – infidel to every church that compromises with the strong; traitor to every government that oppresses the people.
Christianity is a battle, not a dream.”
-Wendell Phillips, 1811-1884
This is my last post on “Thou Art The Man.” This is not a hasty decision, I have been pondering it for some time. Anyone who regularly blogs can tell you how labor-intensive it is. Dee Parsons, the well-known author of The Wartburg Watch, has kindly offered to let me write on her blog. The thing that convinced me to accept Dee’s offer is that I will not be expected to write any specific number of articles, I can write when I feel the urge to do so. This will allow me the time to pursue other interests such as photography and reading, things that I love to do but have greatly neglected the past several years.
So, starting next week you will be able to find my future articles at the Wartburg Watch. My plan is to leave this blog available to the public for the foreseeable future, but there will be no new articles. You will still be able to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
My thanks to you, the readers.
My thanks to those who have shared tips with me.
My thanks to those who have commented on my posts, whether favorable or hostile.
My thanks to those who have offered encouragement.
My thanks to individuals who have helped me but for various reasons must remain anonymous.
My thanks to those who have been sexually abused and have entrusted their stories to me.
My thanks to all the kindred spirits whose blogs continue to expose abuse in the Church.
My thanks to Dee and Deb of the Wartburg Watch. They told my story and encouraged me to write.
My thanks to Brent Detwiler. He has always had time for me and always assisted me by providing information, much of it first hand.
My thanks to Janna Chan. She has been my technical partner on this blog and has devoted much time, money, and expertise to it. I could not have done this without her.
My thanks to the Triune God who has seen fit to use me in this work and whose help was at times very obvious.
My apologies to those whose stories I have wanted to write, but have inexcusably not done so.