My siblings and I were beaten quite badly. I guess when you grow up with it you dont realise or know how bad it is. Still dont. The most emotive thing I saw was my ministeral servant father hold my brother up the wall by his neck. When this all came out one day, the elders said it was bizzare we had never thought to mention it, one even stated he worked regularly in the ministry with one of my siblings and they hadnt said a word. This btw was following around 20 yrs of violence and it finally coming out.
Alcohol was an issue too. We were sat down as the children and before the body of elders asked very judgmentally if we were mistaking punishment and child rearing for abuse. The meeting ended with them removing our privlages and telling us we could not answer up concerning family issues, specifically being good children. I had been a pioneer and a bethelite. This was devestating to me. We were instructed to go that night to our parents house and make peace. (Interestingly this all came out after one of my parents was violent to my sibling and it had got out of hand and elders were called. My siblings and I took a stand against both parents.)
The congregation knew there were problems. The next thing they see is siblings, worn out and heads down. No more privelages, no more answering (demoralised), whilst our parents walked round like angelic beings, prooved honourable. The elders were happy, issue over and firmly under the carpet swept. I have never felt so low and detached from my faith.
I have just remembered a night some years before, when I dragged my father off of my brother in a kitchen brawl and threw him into the cooker (stove). I stared him eyeball to eyeball and said "the elders or the police, your choice." He chose the elders as he wasnt dumb, unlike me. The elder came and went. Nothing changed. The elder said that it was common in the congregation. He said to get over it and move on. Work on the fruitages of the spirit as a family etc etc.
Anyway, both parents have long left, to the shock of many but not to a few. One claimed to be of the anointed so it had been a big deal. All my siblings still attend, wounded but ever faithful. But this was the start for me. The eye opening experience that made me realise I was praying to thin air. LOVE JUSTICE POWER, I didnt see any of those attributes. I also have the fortune of knowing the truth of the situation, the elders that got it wrong didnt. That cemented it for me...
Hang on, this is just.... men.