When I was 21 and a camp counselor (and a very good one) at a church camp run by an independent church, I was accused of being a satanist—and holding satanic rites or pagan ceremonies of some sort with the boys in my cabin.
Sounds preposterous, but boy how rumors fly.
A kid made it up who was angry at me because I had to enforce our camp disciplinary policies. That’s all. But the “children’s minister”—a man who was really just a retired truck driver who was friends with the pastor, had a case of professional jealousy and took the rumor to a higher level.
As a volunteer, I taught a senior adult Sunday School class and worked with the kids in a Junior Church setting. I was there every time the doors were open—and highly respected by everyone as being a talented and good influence on the children. I was only 21/22 years old. But the Children’s minister at the church was affirming these stories because he was jealous of me, and people were believing the rumors and people who didn’t know me were withdrawing their children. I was told I was no longer allowed to work with children—some believed the rumors—- but others were afraid of the perception——and facts were irrelevant.
Eventually, I went to the church elders and made my case.
The boy who started the rumor denied to his parents that what he was saying even happened. None of the boys in my cabin said the events occurred—and most of the rumors could be traced to one kid and a friend of his,
When I was cleared, the pain and consequences persisted. When I went back to ONE of the elders who helped me through the ordeal, he said, “Well, what do you want us to do? Fire the (children’s minister) and YOU take his job? ”
Indeed, I didn’t want to do that.
But I did continue to work with children for two more years in settings I did not have to work with the children’s pastor. This was the only way to clear myself—so that everyone would know that the church elders looked into it and found me innocent of the claims and I continued to work with the children—but the pain and I think even the stigma continued, no matter how much I did or how good it was. I even led a musical with the youth by the time it was over.
Some of the adults responsible for spreading rumors eventually were fired or forced to resign for other reasons unrelated to my case, But I am usually the first target of such people because I march to the beat of a different drummer. Its easy to pick on or target someone who is a little different and doesn’t hang out with a powerful crowd, or does things his or her own way.
I am an ordained minister now, and have seen at least a dozen people, including another case with myself, be completely innocent and have to resign—over accusations, rumors, lies, or nothing at all—because of people’s wrong beliefs, because of a deliberate lie, or because of perception that persists or remains. People who work in the churches and people who work with school-age children are the most vulnerable. Especially if they are a little different from others.