Bless me Father

Bless me Father because I have sinned against God and I am in the
torments of hell of my soul. Please help me, because I can not take the
pain within me for much longer.

Well, I did not know it was sexual abuse and when I found out years
later and because I was so into my faith with God and how I felt about
priest been next to God and how I held them up there with God.

I was bad and felt worse about myself because I thought that I had sex

with God, you see to me the priest were a part of God. I trusted them
and looked up to them and I also had this fear for them, that when a
priest said do this, I did it without Question and to Question a priest
was to Question God.

I do not know if you understand what I am telling you here and this is
one of the reason I can not face a priest alone. He ripped my soul and
heart right out of me and it had made me feel so guilty that I can not
go to church because it is God's home and I am so unclean still. I can
not go into a house of God while I am feeling so bad.

There are many of men and women like me
throughout the world abused in the Nazareth House orphanages and to
speck the truth here and if you want to know more go to the Nazareth
House abused children or abuse by the Nazareth House nuns sites and you
will see that I am just one of many who is crying out my torment and
pain for all to hear.

And don't forget the children who were sexual abused in their homes by
priest, we had no safe place to hide and we had to obey the priest,
obey the nuns and ever adult who ordered us about. We were Jesus Christ
little soldiers and we were destroyed of soul, body, mind and spiritual
we were there as slaves of the nuns and priest.

The nuns did not lift a hand to do any work we tiny little children
worked from the time we got up in the mornings until we went to bed and
my day started at 5am until 9pm and I dropped into bed. We were not
allowed to be sick because we were beaten back to work, I was a little
girl doing a mans job and what I would think about all the time while I
worked was Jesus on the Cross.

I was told by the nuns that if I should do or say or think of anything
which was bad or wrong, Jesus nails would go deeper into his hands and
feet. I knew what pain was and when they said this about Jesus,

hurt my heart, soul and mind.

I would think to myself, Jesus, Please help me to be strong so I can
take your pain away, let me help Simeon to carry the cross for you and
this is why, I will not give my cross to Jesus. He died for my sins so
as I could live and be saved. How can I put my torment and pain on to
another person

and to give it all to Jesus,

I can not.