Deja Vu All Over Again
But the point of this article is not about them, nor about me. The point is about those poor children who are just now growing up in the toxic atmosphere of Armstrong cults, those poor kids whose parents have “proved” that Armstrong theology is “true”. It doesn’t matter which minor dictator they live under, nor which “church of god” they belong to; what matters is that those kids also believe they only have seven years to live (or maybe four, depending on which date their particular fuehrer has chosen as the “end”).
What despair runs through their minds on any given day? What sleepless dread chills their bones every time they look at the TV news? What kind of future do they face? Will some of them rebel and make their way in the world anyway, feeling guilty and ashamed for the rest of their lives for turning their backs on the “truth”?
Or will they sit there, waiting, fearing, dreading, wasting their only chance at a decent life?
It’s those kids I worry about. Who is going to save them?