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When Questions Are Called Rebellion

An exchange with Pastor Bryan Rocine about family, faith, and the right to question.

In WATCH, a young man finds shelter in Salvatore’s world—and learns how difficult it can be to question the loyalties that shelter demands. My own questions began elsewhere. After a family loss brought years of estrangement into sharper focus, I listened again to sermons from the church I had left. I wrote to Pastor Bryan Rocine about the divisions I hoped to heal and the faith behind them. What followed was an exchange about family, authority, and whether honest questions can be heard as anything other than rebellion.

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MEMORY · AUTHORITY · THE COST OF BELONGING

Faith, Family, and the Right to Question

When an effort to repair family ties meets a question of authority.

Adapted from my account, “Matters of Life and Death,” and my correspondence with Pastor Bryan Rocine from July 2007 through February 2008. This narrative is in my own words; summaries of Bryan’s replies are paraphrases. The original emails appear below in sequence, so readers can compare the correspondence with my recollection.

BEFORE THE LETTERS

The memories that returned

In WATCH, belonging begins with things a young man needs: food, work, shelter, a place in someone else’s world. The questions arrive within that shelter. What does loyalty require? What happens when gratitude makes it difficult to challenge the person who has helped you? My own history brought me to related questions through family, faith, and years of separation.

Spending time with my siblings could bring our shared past close again. After Aunt Sue’s funeral, those memories returned with particular force. The ties among us reminded me of the relationships I had spent years trying to repair, and of how much remained unresolved.

In early 2007, I found recordings of sermons from The Living Word Church online. Before then, I would have waited for cassette tapes in the mail; now I could listen from home. I began with sermons by Bryan Rocine and listened to seven or eight. I had started with restraint, but by then my anger was becoming difficult to contain.

In 1997, I contacted pastors in Syracuse, hoping someone might help me reach my father and family. Bryan Rocine, then an assistant pastor, was among those I approached. In my experience, my letters and telephone requests led nowhere. Ten years later, I heard sermons that seemed to give spiritual meaning to the very divisions I wanted someone to examine.

By July, I was writing again. I wanted to ask about the sermons themselves, and about the human consequences of the ideas they carried.

JULY 14, 2007 · MY FIRST LETTER

When pain becomes a reason to stay

My first letter responded to “Daniel’s Prayer” and other sermons. I heard them as emphasizing endurance while warning against the pursuit of peace. If relationships were broken, I asked, why treat the pain as something to accept instead of a reason to examine what was wrong?

I used the image of a hand held in a flame. Someone might call enduring the heat an act of faith. Yet pain could also be a warning to withdraw the hand. The question was whether suffering proved devotion, or whether it sometimes revealed a situation that needed to change.

I was thinking about my mother: warm, loving, and separated from much of her family. I could not understand how that distance could be treated as a sacrifice she was meant to bear. As I understood Christ’s message, it called people toward love. I asked how that message could justify the loss of family relationships.

My letter was angry. I challenged Bryan’s language about the anti-Christ and his comparisons with deceptive leaders, turning the comparison back toward the church’s influence as I saw it. I feared my siblings, cousins, and I might never rebuild our relationships with my mother. Beneath the accusations was a request: consider whether the message itself was causing harm.

AUGUST 6, 2007 · THE SECOND LETTER

The distance between a promise and its consequences

Weeks later, I wrote with even greater anger. I accused the church’s two leaders of allowing damage to continue despite years in which they could have reconsidered their actions. What disturbed me most was that the authority behind those actions was presented as God’s. I promised to expose what I believed was happening.

My language included insults and comparisons I do not need to repeat to make the question clear. The original letter preserves them. Here, the essential conflict is the one that kept drawing me back: when a person’s judgment carries the weight of divine instruction, how can those affected question it?

As a child, I remembered my father welcoming people who had been separated from their families. Their pain was met with sermons, prayers, and promises of reunion. When my own family became divided, I returned to those memories and wondered what we had examined. Had we asked why the separations happened? Had we looked at the choices people made, rather than explaining everything through God’s plan or the Devil’s interference?

I wrote about the way fragments of truth could be used to secure agreement. Religious or political language could make a human decision seem beyond ordinary scrutiny. If every challenge was interpreted as an attack on God’s work, the people making decisions could become difficult to hold accountable.

I wanted Bryan to sit with me. I wanted to show him photographs of my mother surrounded by relatives, smiling among people whose faces he would recognize. Some had once belonged to the church as well as to our family. I asked what had changed, and why those relationships could not be discussed.

The letter named friends and cousins, including Timmy, Jerry, Esther, and Donnie, and questioned how many more relationships my mother might lose. I saw a pattern in which those who came into conflict with my father’s interests were pushed away. That was my understanding of our history, and I wanted it examined in conversation.

My grandfather had died after more than twenty years without seeing my mother. I feared that my grandmother, and eventually my mother herself, would reach the ends of their lives with the same divisions unresolved. These were not abstract disputes over doctrine. Time was passing for actual people.

I challenged the idea that reconciliation depended on supernatural intervention. I believed people could begin by telling the truth, acknowledging the choices that divided families, and changing their conduct. If my father faced his own role honestly, I thought many would welcome a renewed relationship. The renewal the church prayed for, I argued, might begin with human accountability.

I asked Bryan whether he wanted that outcome, and whether he was willing to challenge the authority he served. I believed his sermons were teaching people to settle for divisions that earlier promises of unity had failed to heal.

Read beside WATCH, this is a question about the terms of belonging. A community can offer care and still make certain questions costly. The difficulty is recognizing when the story that holds people together also keeps them from examining what is happening to them.

AUGUST 11, 2007 · “GODLY SORROW”

A temporary sorrow that lasted a lifetime

Five days later, I wrote after listening to “Godly Sorrow.” I understood Bryan to be teaching that Christians sometimes needed to cut off relationships, even with loved ones, and that this sorrow would eventually lead to joy and prosperity.

I asked what conduct justified those separations. The sermon referred to drunkenness, fornication, railing, and similar behavior. Yet people I knew who had been excluded continued to practice their faith. How, I asked, did separation from my grandfather protect anyone from wrongdoing?

The sermon also mentioned Brother Tom Conena. I questioned how that reference fit with his exclusion, and what he had done to warrant it. I wanted the standard made clear, and applied to actual lives rather than left in general terms.

Bryan spoke of his first seventeen years as a negative period before he served the Lord. I answered that, from my perspective, his later influence had contributed to an enduring sorrow. What was described as a necessary interval of pain had become, for my mother, much of a lifetime.

AUGUST 12, 2007 · BRYAN’S FIRST REPLY

Two different conversations

The next day, Bryan replied. He declined to address my letters point by point. He believed I could raise complaints faster than he could answer them and saw the exchange as an invitation to fight, particularly in front of others. He said he would not take part in that contest.

He asked whether I had changed since the rebellious teenager he remembered: whether I had grown, could get along with others, and enjoyed warm relationships. He characterized me as manipulative, narcissistic, competitive, and unhealthy. His concern, as he framed it, was my spiritual condition.

He said I was angry with God and resisted submission. He urged me to consider Jesus’ obedience at the cross, seek cleansing through his blood, and surrender my pride. He distinguished submission to a heavenly Father from submission to my earthly father, which he said would be inappropriate at my age.

He also urged me to accept a deeply negative account of myself. Human affection, he wrote, would distract from the healing I needed. He deliberately withheld assurances of love from himself or my family because he believed wholeness had to come through Jesus alone.

The reply made the distance between our positions unmistakable. I had asked about relationships, decisions, and responsibility. Bryan understood the central problem as my need for conversion and submission. Each of us was addressing a different account of what had gone wrong.

I answered with a question: how could he judge my character so confidently after declining opportunities to speak with me? I asked what inquiry supported his judgments and what evidence he could offer people he was warning about me. Scripture, as I read it, called for care before making accusations.

I challenged his refusal to engage by referring to sermons in which he spoke of confronting evil. If he believed my position was wrong, why would direct conversation not be a fitting place to show it? I wanted claims about me tested through contact with the person being described.

I also told him that my relationships with my two sisters had been restored after roughly twenty years of separation. I asked whether he welcomed that restoration, and whether he had ever encouraged it. For me, reconciliation was already proving possible.

When he asked about my ability to maintain friendships, I offered an invitation: come and meet my friends. They were busy people, so a visit would require planning, but it would give him a chance to know something of my life beyond my letters and the account he had inherited.

I refused to describe myself as a loser or a wretch. I could acknowledge that I had been troubled without accepting that I was worthless or fundamentally bad. The invitation remained open, alongside my determination to reject language I experienced as harmful.

AUGUST 15, 2007 · THE EXCHANGE CONTINUES

Who gets to describe a person?

Three days later, Bryan described the exchange as a cycle of attack and defense. He said he had no interest in justifying himself to me and thought I should stop trying to justify myself to him. Arguments, explanations, and revisiting history, he wrote, could not justify a person before God.

He invoked Job: a good man who experienced injustice, questioned God, and ultimately repented after hearing God’s voice. Bryan urged me to seek mercy through Jesus and find peace. His answer again returned to my spiritual condition rather than the history I wanted discussed.

My reply was brief. I explained that the invitation to meet my friends had been an answer to his own questions about my relationships. If he did not want to hear that answer, he could decline. What I wanted on the record was the limit of his knowledge: we had never had the substantive conversation on which such confident judgments might rest.

The exchange then fell quiet for nearly six months.

JANUARY 30–31, 2008

Who decides what obedience means?

A later sermon brought me back to the same questions. On January 30, I wrote about Bryan’s call for members to remain in The Living Word Church despite its faults and work through their differences. I also challenged the order he gave to obedience and critical thinking.

If people were expected to obey first, how could they decide whether they were following God or another person’s interpretation? I believed questioning was necessary to distinguish the two. Without that distinction, obedience could become loyalty to whoever claimed the right to define it.

I asked how the instruction to stay and fight for a relationship applied to people whose attempts at conversation had been refused. If we were told to remain with our families and church, what means of addressing harm were available when even dialogue was closed?

I also questioned the implication that people who left were seeking lower standards elsewhere. A building was made of bricks. It could not, by itself, establish who was seeking truth or where they would find it. I argued that answering sincere questions was part of the responsibility that came with leadership.

Bryan replied the following morning. He said I had misunderstood him: the danger was giving critical thinking priority over obedience. He viewed my claim to be a questioner as a way of masking rebellion against God.

Bryan said reason could be useful, but could not replace Jesus as the ultimate guide or secure acceptance before God. In his account, placing human intellect above obedience was a serious spiritual error. He again urged me to set aside the church, my family, and him, and turn to Jesus for healing.

This disagreement touches a tension that also runs through WATCH. A person may be told that loyalty is the condition for understanding. Yet the demand for loyalty is itself something that needs to be understood. Who is making it? How can it be examined? What happens to a person who asks?

FEBRUARY 1, 2008

The questions left outside the answer

In the next reproduced message, dated February 1, Bryan explicitly acknowledged that he was ignoring my questions. He reiterated that I should forget the disputes about my family and the church and focus on Jesus.

He rejected the idea that coming to faith required a series of preliminary steps: making people understand my pain, changing how the church operated, or getting to know him. He characterized those steps and the arguing around them as spiritual diversions.

He urged prolonged prayer, repentance, and surrender, even if the process felt crushing. He said human help would be superficial without God’s intervention, hoped the people copied on the messages would reinforce his appeal, and indicated that he probably would not write again.

The original account describes this message as arriving nearly an hour later, although its displayed date is the following day. I retain the dated sequence here rather than resolving an uncertainty the record itself does not settle.

By this point, after many hours of listening and writing, my anger had intensified. I believed the concerns I raised were being repeatedly redirected into judgments about my soul. I wanted the human questions answered: what had happened, who had made the decisions, and what could be done to restore relationships?

FEBRUARY 4, 2008

When the questions became public

I decided to send the correspondence to members of the Syracuse press. I copied Bryan so that he would know what I was doing. My message, titled “Danger in Syracuse,” identified me as the son of Robert Mazur, the church’s pastor and founder.

I described a separation from my parents and two siblings lasting about twenty years. I said it had not followed a drug problem, trouble with the law, or a quarrel with a brother. In my account, it followed my decision to stop attending my father’s church and my refusal to disown grandparents who had left earlier.

I warned that others could experience similar losses if someone close to them joined the church. I said I had letters from other people describing family separations, attached the exchange with Bryan for review, and asked the recipients to consider its implications for their community.

Those were my concerns and allegations, presented in a moment of anger and urgency. Sharing the correspondence was my attempt to move questions I could not get answered privately into public view.

That afternoon, Bryan replied with a notice stating that his emails might contain privileged or confidential information and prohibiting unauthorized disclosure, use, or dissemination. The answer did not address the underlying questions about family separation.

I experienced that response as another effort to close down examination of the exchange. To me, it reflected the secrecy and suppression I had come to associate with the institution. That is my interpretation of the response; readers can examine the original words below.

READING THIS BESIDE WATCH

The voice a person carries out

This history belongs to my life and to the record surrounding COR Values. WATCH approaches questions of belonging and authority through fiction. The two should not be collapsed into one story, but they can be read alongside each other.

In each, the need for connection makes independence difficult. A person can remember kindness, depend on a community, and still need to question the conditions attached to that care. The desire to speak may grow from an effort to preserve a relationship, even when the act of speaking puts it under strain.

My letters were often harsh. Preserving that fact matters as much as preserving the refusals and judgments they received. Readers should be able to consider both voices, the questions raised, and the limits of what the exchange resolved.

I kept asking for a conversation where lived experience could be heard and claims examined. My original account points readers to Chapter 37, “Chaos Ensues,” for what followed. The questions remain: how do we recognize the authority we have inherited, and how do we recover the freedom to answer in our own voice?

THE COMPLETE RECORD

The Original Emails

The original text of the emails between Bryan and me is presented below, in sequence.

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7/14/2007

Bryan Rocine; I listened to your sermon “Daniel’s Prayer”, and more. You talk an awful lot against the pursuit of peace and show much favor for enduring pain and suffering. A person of reason might think you do this because you and your church are swimming in chaos and you don’t want change. Lots of talk you make about the anti‐Christ, one individual possibly here even today that wants to take God out of our lives. It’s hard for people like me not to consider you to be such a person. Sometimes pain and suffering is a simple message that you are doing something wrong, that you need to change. A person of great faith in God could make a good case for holding his hand to a flame and enduring great pain. But to me, it seems more sensible that the pain felt is simply a clue that you need take your hand out of the fire. My mother is a simple person, as is a quality necessary for anyone to continue attending your church. The message of Christ was to love one another, not to endure suffering of broken relationships with family. It is not proof of devotion to God to fight your tendency to be in the company of those you love, who love you, but is proof that one man, or constant exposure to rhetoric as yours can lead good people away from what God has intended for us all. You can talk about Hitler all you like, about others promising hope and peace that deceive people into wrong and immoral acts, but it is going to be hard to convince those like me that you are any different. I may never have a relationship with my mother again, neither may some of my siblings, cousins and other loved ones because of efforts such as yours and others within your church. So who is the anti‐Christ Bryan? Is there one, or is the anti‐Christ a figure as you’ve mentioned, one against Christ, against the message of Christ. Because Bryan, you are doing a tremendous job finding every excuse for people like my mother to continue living a life of suffering. Please consider that you may be preaching the wrong message.

Weeks later, I sent another…

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8/6/2007 Bryan, I want you to know it said from me that I’ve never met people more vile than the two at the head of The Living Word Church. What makes you especially disgusting are two things; first that there have been many years to contemplate your actions, to correct mistakes as their wrong nature is clearly demonstrated within the consequences of your actions. Second, what you do is done in the name of God. Furthermore, three specific things come to mind when I think of you, that what you do is vulgar, profane and blasphemous. Nothing I can think of that anyone else does, no foul mouth, no self‐inflicted drug, deviant sexual act, nothing other than an act of the likes of murder or rape can compare with the disgust of what you do. You take advantage of simple and weak‐minded people for your pleasure and advance. And because your cognitive abilities are so limited, stifled by the poor character you demonstrate, you cannot comprehend the extent of damage and devastation you have caused that spreads through generations of families. It was the likes of you causing Christ to say forgive them for they know not what they do. But me, I could never forgive you knowing your bad character. You are being used as a tool for harm, nothing Godly, and I am making it my job to expose you. You two are no exception to laws governing life, and like the Jimmy Bakers and other selfish and false prophets already known for what they really are, so too in the end will the world know about you. It is my promise. Living Word, It is an amazing organization, disorganization, lesson about human nature, this creation said of God. A Church? With fabric familiar to other Churches? Deeply involved with two potential considerations, that it can be of God or Man. And who has fully considered both? Those from both views? The God view, as it pertains to the Church, I remember as stories about Family reunited. As a child I remember those my father took in, said abandoned by their families. How sad for them. How hard for them. The sermons. The prayers. The prophesies. But now that my own family is deeply divided, is it only me who looks back to consider the development, to question the lines between acts of God and Man not just in terms of reaction to such

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happenings, but to the cause? Who has considered the possibility of a more simplistic view, something less grand than supernatural, something simply human? Before there could ever be a teacher to teach, there had to be an experience. Are we so sure of what we’re told that we have nothing to learn from our own observations? Yet, any point can be made, so what’s the point? It’s not a riddle, just a fact that any problematic situation is prey to the clever who cherry pick bits of truth spinning the weak of mind into submission. It is the non‐supernatural I speak of, the human element that humans use a God format or Political stance to sway others into compliance. Terms like Faith are too often used to keep the confused from searching for answers, you know, the God’s Plan is beyond our understanding and the Devil is trying to destroy the Lord’s work. Now, as I listen to The Living Word sermons, calamity has become the norm, the accepted, and what was once sought, unity, is an unworthy aspiration. I hear your teachers teach, but what of past observations? I’m a member of a growing group, not by coincidence or act of God, but by a man’s design making me as those once pitied. Has no one from your Church compassion for me, my family, my cousins, your cousins and friends? Am I to believe you abandon your friends to secure the destination of your soul? This is the good synonymous with God? Am I so bad for caring more about the wellbeing of family and friends than for doing what a man says I must to make it to Heaven? Is no one else as bold as me to care for another more than myself? Bryan, where have you been? Why do you hide from me? I’ve asked to talk with you for many years. Are you afraid of me? How can I harm you? You’re very bold from the pulpit with no one to question or criticize you. I’m curious to know, how is your family? Is it as mine? I’ve been there, through it all, knew my mother when she was warm and caring with me and the rest of her family. What happened to her? Sit with me Bryan. Tell ME why you think peace is an unworthy goal. And when you’ve said your piece, I will show you dozens of pictures. You will see my mother with family, dozens of cousins and relatives, smiling, happy, the way I remember her. Many of the faces in the pictures you’ll recognize because for years they were not only part of my mother’s family, but of your church. But that has all changed. Need I list the names of cousins, friends, sister, parents and children? Who has my mother now? Mary Dean? Anne Levante? And who is next to go? Whoever she’s closest to most likely. How long will it take before friends remaining say or do something getting in the way of my Father’s interests? It’s the price to pay when you get in his way.

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Timmy, Jerry, Esther, Donnie and many others, cousins of mine got in his way years ago, so they had to go. This is the future made for my mother, hand delivered in the name of God, from the organization you call Church. It is what lay at the foundation of your preaching that you protect. Peace, is it really an unworthy goal or is it simply unattainable for you and those with you because of the way you live? Do you want the good or don’t you? It’s really the only question worth exploring, and you don’t have to solve the mysteries of life for the answer. No need to concern yourself with God’s name, be it Jehovah or Buda. The situation is complicated, not complex, but you don’t know the difference. Nothing supernatural is necessary to attain what for years you’ve said you pray for, and all the praying in the world won’t bring it anyway. It’s not up to God to impose on your will, or the will of others any more than this letter can make you do what’s right. There’s the word of God and the words of others. Do with them as is your will. Want a revival, Bryan? You could have it, and call it that if you like. But it’s not up to God, it’s up to you, a man. All the prayer in the world won’t matter. All the years of division, it’s not the work of the Devil, or lack of intervention from God. As much as my father says he’s a small‐town preacher following the message of the bible, and as you do his bidding, there’s a flaw within that not only prevents the unity once sought, but actually has caused it. And you, you may not be the source of this sickness, but you certainly are being used as a tool to nurture and perpetuate it. The head of your Church once spoke of reuniting families. The irony is that it’s he who single handedly caused the division and destruction that infiltrated your Church long ago. And now, because it is so out of hand, because you haven’t faith or spine for unity, you’re teaching others to settle for the bad consuming you. Bryan, if you were wise enough to know what it would take to unite the families of hundreds, would you do it? Would you want the revival? If my Father “repented”, became honest about the years of his doings, of lying and manipulation, his fight and need for control, if he came to grip with what he has done for dozens of years, you would need another Church to hold the people that would certainly fill it. You’d have your revival, Bryan. But my father has become his own worst enemy, too proud, too hardened, and everything he touches, like you, turns bad. It’s wisdom you need, that would make the difference, that comes from character you’re lacking. You haven’t the backbone to stand up for what’s right. Are you proud of this, this

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quality and prerequisite for your position? You are spineless, weak and selfish, everything necessary to be the tool you were made to be. Christianity, Godliness? Certainly not, more like smoke and mirrors. If you had a heart you’d tell people like my mother there’s family and friends that miss and love her, that want her back in their life. But your sermons, that won’t do that. Her sacrifice is for the Lord, right? My Grandfather died without seeing her for more than 20 years. What does God have to do with that? My Grandmother is next. I want you to remember that the next time you preach about settling for division, and the day when my mother breaks down because she can’t take it anymore. She’s on a course where she’s going to end up all alone, old and miserable, broken relations with children, grandchildren and everyone else. But why bother Bryan, as you’ve become like my father, what does any of this have to do with your goals? My guess is that things need to get worse before all of you pay attention to more relevant passages, like the fruit of your labor. Simply know that as you move ahead, this Church, it is being used as a most destructive force, and people should be informed.

And again, five days later…

8/11/2007 Bryan, I listened to your sermon “Godly Sorrow”. Still you’re telling others separation is not only necessary, but required by God. You say that Christians need to “cut off” relations, from even loved ones, sometimes even with those from family. You say that it is temporary sorrow, that joy and prosperity will come as consequence. What characteristics have you seen in those you cut yourselves from that require such action? The requirements, as you mentioned, are drunkenness, fornication, railing and the like. There are dozens you cut from that continue to serve the Lord. According to your reasons why Paul wrote to the Church of Corinth, how does separation from the likes of my

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grandfather protect others in your church from living a life of sin? Maybe this poor selection is why it is not only a “dose” of sorrow that my mother experiences, but a lifetime. In the end of your sermon you mentioned “Brother Tom Conena”. Shouldn’t you have said former Brother Conena? And tell me, what evil sins has he demonstrated that require separation from him to keep your Church Godly? You said that the first 17 years of your life you lived in the negative, as you didn’t serve the Lord. I say your negative didn’t begin until after those years, that now your efforts are doing worse than nothing, that single handedly your influence is one of the greatest contributions in your community to an enduring and ungodly sorrow.

Apparently, this was the letter that finally captured Bryan’s attention. For the very first time, the next day, he wrote…

8/12/2007 Hi Dan, I am not going to try to answer you point‐by‐point. I don't think my answers would matter to you. You can definitely set up criticisms and complaints faster than I can knock them down. I think you are just trying to lure me into a sort of arena where we can fight it out. Not interested. I won't fight with you. Especially in front of Pam and Debbie and Mary Jane or anyone else. Have you changed in the last twenty‐five years and more since we might have last talked? Have you grown? Can you get along with others? Do you enjoy warm, happy relationships with others? I am sure you have honed your skills as a manipulator, but have you grown in noble ways that God would be pleased with? You strike me as the same narcissistic, incorrigibly competitive person that you were as a rebellious teenager.

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Can't you see that your perennial tirades and caustic letters show that you are not a healthy man? I feel sorry for you. Isn't it time to get whole? Isn't it time to be healed? I am not talking about family relationships. I am talking about you. No one else matters in this letter. Only you. You are angry with God, Dan. You hate Him as your arch‐enemy.. You hate Him just because He is at the top. But soon you are going to meet Him, to stand before Him in judgment. You certainly are trying to hurt the Lord right now. You are trying to pile on the damage. In the end, though, He is going to be the one on top, not you. I know you think you will never "tap out" and submit, that you rather die than submit to anyone, even Jesus. You would rather be in eternal perdition with your pride intact than ever break before Jesus. Come on, Dan! Look at the cross. There is Jesus succeeding at something that is so far beyond you‐‐humbling Himself before God the Father in obedience and submission. Jesus grew so much through that experience. He gave His life to save His life. And He saved us as well. Look at Him there on the cross in your mind, Dan, and ask God, through the cross, to give you a new chance at life. I am not talking about submitting to your earthly father. That would be silly at your age! I am talking about submitting to your heavenly Father. Plea the blood of Jesus, Dan. Ask God to cleanse you by His blood, to set you free from yourself and your hell‐bent pride and competitiveness. Allow yourself to be disgusted with yourself. Admit you are a loser, a wretch. You can have peace! Peace is better than some psychologically twisted conception of winning! I don't even want to tell you that I love you or that your mom or dad or brothers or sisters or anyone else loves you. You know why? Because it would be a distraction. Healing and wholeness for you cannot come through the agency and labor and comfort of any human relationship. Rather, you need a miracle. You need to be healed within by the power, love, and mercy of heaven. Jesus alone can make you a clean and good and whole man. Sincerely, Bryan

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The very same day, I wrote Bryan back…

8/12/2007 Bryan, More than a dozen years have passed since I practically begged to speak with you. Now, without ever having a conversation with me, you're telling me who I am and what I need to do. Every tragedy experienced, and those continuing may not be caused by this missed step, this lack of communication, but it's certainly an element always there. Do you deny, as stated within the Bible, your requirement to investigate claims of wrong doings? As I understand scripture, doing so is necessary to protect the wellbeing of the Church as much as Paul's warnings to the Church of Corinth. The Bible clearly states the necessity of Christians to be presented with facts demonstrating accusations false to ensure no confusion exists about those abolished, or as you say "cut off". As a Pastor with responsibilities to so many, and having judged me narcissistic, incorrigible, rebellious, unhealthy, a God hater and more, what can you tell anyone with competence about me to protect them from my influence? You asked if I have changed in the last 25 years since we might have talked. Since we may have talked about what Bryan, something that demonstrated me this terrible person you describe? I gave you the opportunity to meet me, many times, but you denied me, and now you're saying you know me? Let's assume for a moment that your criticisms about me are correct. If I were trying to lure you into a fight, what are you afraid of? You stand on a strong foundation, don't you? Isn't this the "arena" where God would have you pick your fights anyway? I heard you talk in a Sermon about revenge, about fighting the Devil back, and how good it would be. What better way is there to do this than in dialog showing me, the God hater wrong, as the Bible requires you?

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You have preached many sermons about sorrow, about accepting calamity and hardship. Your congregation is exposed to an abundance of division and separation they don't understand, and you don't want them to understand, but to simply accept. You're digging for scripture to preach, to keep people divided, to keep them from seeking truth about separations, and you're going to do it again and again. But the truth will always be there, building behind the dam you've assembled, patiently waiting to be released and flow. There is a reason you never talked to me. I'm only a pawn in your world, but you, my father, your years of labor at the head of a Church have caused my two sisters to separate from me for 20 years without their ability to state a single incident between us as justification. Are you happy for me, that my relationship with my sisters has been restored? Is it your desire to contribute to restoration? Is it something you ever encouraged my sisters to do? Every word you ever read from me comes from an interest in bringing people together. What I hear from you is always about keeping them apart. This is why you received letters from me recently, from which you determine me to be a God hater and so much more. Fight it all you want, but the day is already here that restoration is possible, even without your support. You can speak to me about my need to be healed, to be cleaned and made whole, but the real need is a commitment from you, to stop separating people from each other and stop preaching about the necessity for separation and division within your church. And if you're sincere in question about my ability to get along with others, to have grown, to have warm and happy relationships, the best way I can think to answer is to invite you here and introduce you to some of my friends. Remember, you have never known a friend of mine or had a single conversation with me. Your talk of me being a rebellious teenager, of God being my arch‐enemy, all are conclusions expressed sure of, yet how? But again, and though such conclusions oppose the chance for truthfulness within your questions, I invite you. I will not admit I am a loser, a wretch, because I’m not. I am a good person, and always have been even though at times I have been troubled. I have not earned nor do I deserve the negative implied or the discouragement you may have unknowingly volunteered. I am not afraid of your words, your presence, and am sincere about inviting you here to introduce myself and friends to you. But in doing so I will make no secret about my need to reject the negative you offer and protect myself from dangers created and existing within your world.

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If you decide to come, try to let me know with plenty of advance as most the people I know that would be relevant to your meeting are very busy and travel. It will take some planning for their availability during a same short period. After meeting with them, and only then will you have what is necessary to say anything about me, to me, or to anyone else.

Three days later… From: B. M. Rocine [mailto:brocine@twcny.rr.com] Sent: Wednesday, August 15, 2007 8:29 AM To: Daniel Mazur Subject: Re: You know who I am? Dear Dan, Your letters criticize me and defend you. Attack‐defend, attack‐defend, attack‐defend. I told you: Not interested. I am not going to fight. I am not even going to fight about not wanting to fight. 1. I am not in the least interested in justifying myself to you. You have already outlasted me in this regard. 2. You should not be so obsessed with justifying yourself to me. You need to be justified before the Lord. And you cannot justify yourself to the Lord with e‐mails and lawyering, arguments, complaints about mitigating factors, counter‐attacks, and rehashing histories. I don't think the Lord is going to play verbal chess with you.

In the Bible there was a man who really was a good man, but he experienced some terrible injustices. He began to criticize God and justify himself until the Lord said to him, "Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me." The man only had to hear the voice of the Lord and he completely reversed his aggression. The man responded, "Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know… Therefore, I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes." Have you…can you hear the voice of the Lord?

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Your only hope to be just and clean before the Lord is the one hope for any of us‐‐that is the blood of Jesus and the glorious hope of His resurrection. Cast your care upon Him, Dan. Cry out to Jesus for mercy! Find peace for your obsessed soul. Sincerely, Bryan And again, I decided to respond to Bryan, the very same day… 8/15/2007 Bryan, We never really met, never a conversation between us, but you have a lot to say about me, who I am, how I hate God, etc. You asked me how my relationships were, if they've improved. I don't know how it is you have an opinion about my relationships to begin with, with God or anyone, or how you've come to other conclusions mentioned about me. But as it appears I've no credibility with you, I offered the chance for you to meet my friends, so as to have an option other than taking my word about what you've asked. If what you are saying now is that you didn't want me to answer you, well, OK, you don't have to learn or know anything about me, and it still is your option to never speak to me, as you know there has never been a conversation between us. Just so everyone understands, for the record, that you never knew me. Dan Nearly six months later, our dialog resumed…

From: Daniel Mazur <dan@compits.net> On Behalf Of Daniel Mazur Sent: Wednesday, January 30, 2008 9:46 PM To: 'brocine@twcny.rr.com' <brocine@twcny.rr.com>

Subject: Fight to stay in The Living Word Church

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Bryan, Listen to yourself (attachment). You say that Christians should stay at the Living Word Church, regardless of its many faults you admit to. You say it’s wrong to leave and go elsewhere, that Christians should stay and fight through their differences. I imagine they should do so with the critical thinking you now teach, that you say is dangerous yet necessary. But obedience you say comes first. Shouldn’t critical thinking be what leads Christians to proper obedience, to knowing it is God they obey, not man, and what protects them from misguided obedience supposedly imposed within the watered‐down standards of Churches you imply past members have left to? Are you saying I should have fought to stay with my family; within The Living Word Church as flawed as it is? And when you and your pastor refuse to engage me; refuse any dialog regarding the harm I felt from similar wrong you now admit to, as you forbid yourselves and others to even have conversation with me, how else is it you expect me and others to fight to stay within our homes, within our families, within our Church? What is it you are asking those thinking of leaving, or may be asking of those who recently left to do? Haven’t we tried to talk with you? What’s left other than the pain you intentionally and with planning inflict, the rejection, the shunning from you and others influenced by you? Are you sure you want to encourage Christians to think? If a Living Word Christian asks if it’s true you ignored me all these years, what will you say demonstrating your higher standards that shows you to be other than a liar or hypocrite? Critical thinking is dangerous? Consider what will happen, the inevitable as The Living Word Congregation simply begins to think. Then again, maybe you already have, maybe you’ve been critically thinking and use the pulpit, your influence, the bible with bits of truth, with parts left out to convince those still there to stay. Your building is nothing more than bricks, and if I were you, if people are looking for God I’d reconsider the idea of getting in their way. Standards within your Church certainly are different than elsewhere, and if you follow your own advice, if you think critically about it, you’ll know this and more. Questions are as healthy as you say, and not only is it right to answer anyone questioning you, it’s also an obligation. This every critical thinker, every obedient Christian knows, and that it is the way to enlightenment, the path to truth, to God.

To this, Bryan responded the following morning;

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From: B. M. Rocine [mailto:brocine@twcny.rr.com] Sent: Thursday, January 31, 2008 10:50 AM To: Daniel R. Mazur Cc: Pam Palladino; Debbie Conena; Gary Lawton; MaryJane Lawton Subject: Re: Fight to stay in The Living Word Church

Hi Dan,

I am very happy to have another chance to share Jesus with you. I hope I will continue to get such opportunities once in a while until you come to Christ. On the other hand, I will probably not respond often. You're struggling with understanding my message on critical thinking. I can tell because you mentioned that I think critical thinking is dangerous. You are subtly and vitally incorrect. I said that giving critical thinking priority over obedience is big problem. Flip‐flopped priorities is a problem in your own guidance system. In fact, one of the ways you mask your own rebellion against the heavenly Father is by claiming to be a noble questioner of everything. However, your use of critical thinking will not protect you or justify you before the Lord. The heavenly Father is not intimidated by your mental capabilities. He is not even impressed. Your preference for critical thinking leaves you naked, not noble, before Him. Jesus came from heaven for you. He paid the ultimate price for your sins at the cross. When you stand before the Father in heaven on your own judgment day, the Father will not applaud your critical thinking and let you in heaven without submission to Jesus. The Father will never disrespect Jesus in that way, that is, to weigh your mental capabilities more heavily than His own Good Son's obedient sacrifice. Jesus is more important to the Father than any of us are! Do you see how critical thinking, as helpful as it is, falls short as the ultimate guide for our lives? Jesus is the ultimate guide! Critical thinking is just a helper. To let the helper usurp the role of the ultimate guide is a grave, damnable sin. Forget Living Word Church! Forget your (earthly) father, mother, brothers and sisters! Forget me! You are so tortured in your soul, you must forget all else besides Jesus! He loves

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you. He can heal you. In desperation, lay down your devilish arrogance, and embrace the Savior, who can heal the hurt and bring peace to your writhing, restless soul. Lose your life for Jesus' sake and the Gospels, and you will save yourself. Bryan

Nearly an hour later, he wrote to me again. From: B. M. Rocine Date: 2/1/2008 11:46:44 AM To: Daniel Mazur Subject: Jesus is the Way

Dear Dan,

Of course I am ignoring your questions. I meant what I said. Forget about your family. Forget about me. Coming to Jesus is not a multi‐step process, like so: First I have to make people understand my pains and frustrations and complaints. Then I have to fix the way Living Word Church operates. Then I have to get to know Bryan. Then I have to X, Y, and Z. The steps are the devil's diversions. So is the arguing. The arguing is nothing other than the work of demons. I am not going to argue with you. Time is wasting away. We don't know if we have tomorrow. Surrender to Jesus. You will be crushed in the process, but you will discover His love. Weep before Him. Smite your breast in contrition before Him for your wickedness. You are just making up a way to live that you think is right apart from submission to Jesus. That's wicked. Cry out for mercy. Keep praying for hours and days if you have to until the Holy Spirit gives new birth to your soul and spirit. Keep trying and trying and praying and praying until He touches you. I can't promise you if heaven will be near when you cry out or

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far away, but we have to believe He will finally see your sincerity and meet you with favor you don't deserve. Don't stop reaching out to Him until you feel the touch of Heaven's Hand. If the Lord doesn't intervene in your life, any human's help is just padding and whitewash. I hope the people you are copying these notes to are confirming what I am telling you about your need to humble yourself before Jesus. I wish that serving Jesus would be the only thing we talk about. I probably will not write again. Bryan

At this point, after countless days and hours spent listening to Bryan's sermons and witnessing his unwavering refusal to address any concerns raised, my anger reached its peak. Moreover, I became acutely aware of the profound harm his rhetoric had inflicted on my family over the years, solidifying my determination to take decisive action. In a renewed and earnest effort to inform the public and raise awareness about the prevailing situation, I decided to send a copy of my correspondence with Bryan to members of the press in Syracuse. I was convinced the community needed to be made aware of what was happening in their midst. To ensure Bryan was fully aware of my intentions, I included him as a recipient by copying him on the message I sent. From: Daniel Mazur [mailto:dan@compits.net] Sent: Monday, February 04, 2008 9:07 AM Subject: Danger in Syracuse My name is Dan Mazur. My father is Robert Mazur, Pastor and founder of The Living Word Church in Syracuse NY. I’ve been separated from my parents and two of my siblings for about 20 years now. I never had a drug problem, trouble with the law, not even an argument or fight with a brother to blame. I simply stopped attending my father’s church, and refused to disown my Grandparents who left long ago.

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Why Should you care? Well, if you know someone who becomes a member of the Church, someone from your family, a neighbor or friend, there’s a chance you may never see that person again. But don’t take my word for it, I have dozens of letters from people this happened to. For the past year I’ve been corresponding with Bryan Rocine, the assistant pastor of The Living Word Church. I’ve been questioning him about the separation in my family, in other families, his tactics, sermons posted on the Church website encouraging division and more. A copy of the correspondence is attached for your review. http://corpits.net/forms/rocine.doc I recommend you provide this information to family and loved ones; any good hearted, trusting person in Syracuse that may be vulnerable to those dishonest who misuse the title of Pastor. Thank You,

On the very same day I wrote the letter, I received another response from Bryan in the afternoon. From: B. M. Rocine [mailto:brocine@twcny.rr.com] Sent: Monday, February 04, 2008 4:16 PM To: Daniel R. Mazur Subject: Re: FW: Danger in Syracuse Hi Danny, Any e‐mail I have sent or will send to you may contain legally privileged and/or confidential information. Any unauthorized disclosure, use or dissemination of this e‐mail message or its contents, either in whole or in part, is prohibited. Thanks for your anticipated compliance with this prohibition! Regards,

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Bryan

Bryan's relentless evasion of responsibility for his words, along with his deliberate attempts to conceal his actions, struck me as sheer cowardice. Yet, his behavior did not surprise me. I was acutely aware of the culture of secrecy and suppression deeply ingrained in the core tenets of his dogma—principles that underpinned his church's beliefs and practices. The rest of the story continues in Chapter 37, "Chaos Ensues."

Understanding the Back Cover of Luke

A guide for readers before the opening pages

Below the cover image, you will find the first ten pages of Watch.
These opening pages are meant to introduce the tone, the world, and the emotional direction of the novel, not to explain everything at once.

Before reading them, this short guide explains what the back cover blurb means, what the book is about at its core, and what kind of story you are stepping into.

The question at the heart of the novel

The back cover of Watch opens with a single question:

What if the life you believed was yours was quietly arranged long before you knew how to ask otherwise?

This question is the foundation of the book.

It asks readers to consider whether a life can be shaped without force, without cruelty, and without anyone ever saying, you must do this. A person may believe they are choosing freely, while never having been shown that other choices were possible.

The novel is about that realization, and about what happens when it begins to surface.

What “quietly arranged” means

In Watch, control does not look dramatic. It does not come through shouting or obvious threats.

It works in ordinary ways.

Who offers help
Who gives approval
What questions are encouraged
What topics are avoided
What earns trust
What feels normal

Over time, these small influences add up. The life begins to take shape, not through force, but through guidance that feels caring.

The book asks whether kindness and control can exist at the same time, and how difficult it can be to tell the difference.

Power that doesn’t look like power

The blurb describes Watch as a story about power that does not announce itself.

This means the power in the novel does not demand attention. It blends into daily life.

It decides what is acceptable
It sets expectations quietly
It rewards cooperation
It discourages questioning

Because this kind of power feels reasonable, people often accept it without noticing how much it is shaping them.

The novel is about recognizing that influence once it has already done its work.

Care that comes with conditions

The system at the center of Watch offers real benefits.

Order
Belonging
Generosity
Protection

But these come with an unspoken expectation: silence.

Silence about doubts
Silence about discomfort
Silence about contradictions

Over time, silence begins to feel like good behavior. Like maturity. Like loyalty.

The book is not accusing individuals of cruelty. It is showing how systems can slowly teach people what not to say.

When obedience starts to feel like belief

One of the most important ideas in the blurb is the moment when obedience begins to feel indistinguishable from belief.

At first, a person follows rules because it feels safer or easier. Later, those rules begin to feel true.

The novel explores how this shift happens slowly, and how unsettling it can be to realize that some beliefs may have been learned rather than chosen.

This recognition does not arrive suddenly. It builds quietly, just as the system did.

The community at the center of the story

The community in Watch is described as having order, generosity, and quiet authority.

These qualities are not accidental. They are what make the community appealing.

Order provides stability
Generosity creates trust
Quiet authority feels reassuring

The book does not present this community as simply good or bad. Instead, it asks how environments that feel safe can also shape people in ways they may not fully see.

Protection becomes design

At first, the protagonist experiences protection. Help appears when needed. Guidance feels timely. Opportunities open.

Only later does he begin to notice patterns.

Certain paths are encouraged
Certain questions are avoided
Certain outcomes seem guided

The word design suggests intention. The protagonist begins to sense that his life is being shaped toward something, not simply unfolding on its own.

This realization is subtle, but it changes everything.

Leaving is not freedom, but reckoning

The blurb makes clear that leaving such a system does not feel like escape.

It feels like reckoning.

Leaving means facing what was accepted, what was ignored, and what was traded for safety and belonging.

The novel is not about dramatic rebellion. It is about the difficult work of understanding one’s own participation in a life that once felt secure.

Why the story moves quietly

Watch is written in a restrained, thoughtful style because the kind of control it explores is quiet.

The book focuses less on big events and more on how people slowly come to accept things they might once have questioned.

Small compromises
Small silences
Small rewards

Over time, these shape a life.

The opening pages you are about to read reflect this approach. They are meant to settle you into the rhythm of the story rather than explain it outright.

Being seen versus being free

One of the novel’s central tensions is the moment when being seen begins to feel safer than being free.

Being seen means belonging. It means being known and valued.

Freedom, by contrast, can mean uncertainty and loss.

The book explores this tension without judgment, showing how understandable it is to choose safety over independence, especially when the cost of freedom is unclear.

No clear villains, no simple answers

Watch is not a story of heroes and villains.

People can care and control at the same time. They can believe they are helping while also limiting others.

Truth in this story does not arrive all at once. It emerges gradually, and it comes with consequences.

What these first ten pages are meant to do

The pages that follow are the first ten pages of the novel.

They are not meant to provide answers. They are meant to introduce the atmosphere, the voice, and the world of the story.

As you read, you may notice:

Quiet guidance
Unspoken expectations
Moments of comfort mixed with unease
A life beginning to take shape

These early pages are the beginning of recognition, not its conclusion.

The purpose of Watch

The purpose of Watch is not to tell readers what to think. It is to invite them to notice.

To notice how lives can be shaped without force
To notice how silence can feel like loyalty
To notice how belonging can come with conditions
To notice how easily obedience can become belief

And to ask a simple, unsettling question.

Was the life I was given truly the life I chose?

To All Pastors

I offer these words not in anger, but in truth, for truth is the beginning of healing.

What does it say of a man—one who held the title of pastor, shepherd, and father—if for decades he could avoid the most sacred calling of all: to reconcile with his own son? A father who, even in his final days, spoke only in superficial tones, never daring to confront the truth that lay between them, never opening the door to accountability, never acknowledging the great silence that had endured for so many years.

What kind of gospel allows this?

And more pressing still, what does it say of a church that knew—because the son himself told them—and did nothing? A church that bore witness to a long and public estrangement, and remained still. A church that turned its concern not toward justice or compassion or repair, but toward protecting an image. An image of a man. An image of itself.

If that is what your gospel protects, what then is the cost of your silence?

And what are we to think when a new pastor assumes the pulpit with full knowledge of what came before—and still, says nothing? What are we to make of leadership that inherits not just a congregation but a legacy of wounds, and chooses complacency over clarity, image over integrity?

What kind of light does such a church offer its people, when it hides from its own reflection? What healing can be preached from the pulpit, when no healing is practiced within the walls?

I have lived this story. I was the son. I wrote it down in COR Values not to accuse, but to reveal. Because I believe that only in revealing can there be restoration. I believe that silence in the face of truth is a betrayal—not just of people, but of God, of the very Spirit churches claim to follow.

You cannot preach reconciliation while avoiding it. You cannot speak of love while excusing long-held indifference. And you cannot proclaim truth if you are not willing to face it in your own house.

This is a call not to guilt, but to courage.

To every pastor, every leader, every church: the world is watching. The children are watching. The sons and daughters who were turned away, who were labeled and dismissed, are watching. And they are asking not for showmanship, not for pageantry, not for empty declarations—but for truth, for integrity, and for love that does not flinch.

A church that cannot face its own failures has no authority to speak to the brokenness of the world.

With unwavering hope that some will choose the harder, braver path,
Daniel Robert Mazur

An In-Depth Analysis of Felix the Fluke in Beyond the Morning Light

 

Due to the many comments I have received about the story of Felix the Fluke—where readers have shared various interpretations of its symbolism and metaphors—I have decided to take the time to explain my own thoughts behind its creation. While I value the different perspectives that have been brought to me, I want to clarify the deeper meanings I intended to convey.

 

Felix as a Reflection of Alden and the Human Experience

 

The story of Felix the Fluke, embedded within Beyond the Morning Light, serves as a powerful metaphor for Alden’s personal struggles, his philosophical musings, and his relationship with his father, family, and faith. At the same time, it also reflects themes that I, as the author, have explored in my own life—particularly in my journey toward self-expression and independence. This narrative within a narrative offers a deeply symbolic reflection on existence, survival, and the human condition, drawing parallels between Alden’s personal journey and the broader truths I have sought to convey.

 

Felix, a tiny liver fluke living inside a Bengal cat named Sable, represents Alden’s own perceived insignificance in the vast world around him. Just as Felix exists within an environment he cannot fully comprehend, Alden navigates forces that shape his life—his father’s expectations, the church, societal structures—without fully understanding their origins or long-term consequences. Felix’s story mirrors Alden’s journey in several key ways:

 

  1. The Unseen Yet Sensed Presence – Felix cannot see Beatrice, the elderly woman who owns Sable, just as humans cannot see God, the universe, or other unseen forces. Yet, he senses a higher force influencing his existence. This parallels Alden’s struggles with faith and his search for meaning in a world governed by unseen influences.
  2. The Burden of Awareness – Felix becomes self-aware, recognizing that his survival depends on consuming Sable’s liver, and with that awareness comes guilt. He realizes that his natural tendencies will ultimately lead to the demise of his host. This mirrors Alden’s realization that his own self-awareness and growing independence, while necessary for his personal growth, contribute to the deterioration of his relationship with his father. Awareness, rather than bringing peace, brings inner turmoil and existential questioning.
  3. The Inevitable Role in the Cycle of Life – Felix eventually understands that he cannot change his fundamental nature. This realization reflects Alden’s own internal battle—whether to fight against the structures that have defined him or to accept them as part of his reality. The struggle for autonomy against forces beyond one’s control is a persistent theme in Alden’s life and a central exploration in my own work as an author.

 

The Connection to Alden’s Father and My Own Journey

 

A key element of Beyond the Morning Light is Alden’s relationship with his father, which is mirrored in Felix’s relationship with Sable and the unseen Beatrice. Just as Felix’s actions have consequences for beings he cannot directly perceive, Alden’s choices and struggles exist within a larger familial and societal framework.

 

However, these struggles are not solely Alden’s—they also reflect aspects of my own experience in grappling with autonomy, self-expression, and family expectations. The novel serves as both an intimate character study of Alden and an extension of my own process of breaking free from control and allowing my voice to be heard.

 

Felix and Sable’s Relationship as a Metaphor for Alden and His Father

 

Felix’s relationship with Sable encapsulates Alden’s complex and evolving connection with his father. Just as Felix is completely dependent on Sable for survival, Alden was once entirely reliant on his father’s approval, validation, and sense of structure. However, this dependency is not without consequence—Felix’s very existence erodes the health of his host, much like Alden’s growing self-awareness and independence strain his relationship with his father, ultimately leading to its demise.

 

The more Felix feeds, the more he brings harm to the entity that sustains him. In a parallel sense, Alden’s journey of self-discovery—the realization that he is an individual beyond his father’s expectations—introduces an irreversible shift in their dynamic. Awareness, in both cases, acts as a double-edged sword. Felix cannot exist without harming Sable, and Alden cannot grow into his full self without distancing himself from the influence of his father. The realization that autonomy requires separation is as painful as it is inevitable.

 

For me, as the author, this theme is deeply personal. Self-expression, particularly through writing, has been both a means of resistance and a path to liberation. Yet, this liberation has not come without a cost. Just as Alden’s journey toward self-definition leads to the unraveling of his relationship with his father, my own embrace of my voice and truth has created an unbridgeable distance between me and the person who once shaped my world. Writing has not only been an act of discovery but also an act of separation—a necessary step toward autonomy that, like Felix’s existence within Sable, alters the balance of what once was.

 

Broader Themes of Survival, Morality, and Power

 

The story of Felix also engages with Alden’s earlier philosophical reflections on intelligent creatures whose survival depends on the demise of others—a concept that extends beyond the literal parasite-host dynamic.

 

  • The Inescapability of Predation – Whether it is Felix feeding on Sable, Sable preying on smaller creatures, or humans consuming animals, life persists through the consumption of others. This raises moral questions about existence itself and whether survival is inherently exploitative. This theme resonates not only with Alden’s reflections but also with my broader inquiry into the structures that shape us—religious, societal, and familial systems that, in their own way, consume individuals.
  • Does Intelligence Change the Moral Dilemma? – Felix, unlike other flukes, is aware of his impact on Sable. Similarly, Alden’s self-awareness causes him to question his own role in the systems that shaped him. This mirrors human struggles with morality—does understanding our impact change our responsibilities, or are we simply playing out roles imposed by larger unseen forces? As the author, I have explored these same dilemmas—both intellectually and personally.
  • Control Versus Acceptance – Just as Felix cannot change his fundamental nature, Alden grapples with the idea of whether he can ever truly escape the influences of his past. His journey toward self-acceptance echoes Felix’s final realization that awareness does not always lead to change—it sometimes only leads to understanding. Similarly, as I reflect on my own path, I recognize that some structures cannot be dismantled—but they can be outgrown, transcended, and redefined through the act of storytelling.

 

Conclusion: The Power of Felix’s Story

 

The story of Felix the Fluke serves as an intricate allegory, tying together Alden’s existential reflections, his struggles with his father, and the overarching themes of faith, control, and self-awareness. Yet, it is also a reflection of my own journey, the struggles I have overcome, and the questions I continue to explore through my writing. Ultimately, Felix the Fluke is a meditation on awareness, autonomy, and the act of finding one’s voice—whether in fiction, in reality, or in the space between.

December 22, 2024

Pastor Bryan Rocine and Members of the Board,

 

The doctrine of separation within The Living Word Church is not merely a mistake of the past; it is a festering wound, a moral failure that continues to inflict immeasurable pain on those it has harmed. For decades, this doctrine has ravaged families, alienated devoted individuals, and destroyed the bonds that form the cornerstone of any healthy community. Its legacy is not confined to history; it reverberates in the present and, if left unaddressed, will haunt the Church far into the future.

And yet, the Church continues to deny the very existence of this doctrine. You claim it does not exist, that there is no policy, no teaching of separation. But I know what I have seen. I know what I have heard. Growing up in Syracuse, I witnessed this doctrine in action. I have heard it in sermons, not just in person but also broadcast over the internet after I moved to Miami. Bryan, you know this to be true because I have written to you about it repeatedly over the years. Time and again, I raised these concerns, only to be met with silence or avoidance. You have failed to address these matters, failed to engage with the truth, and failed to take responsibility for the harm caused.

I still have the letters between us, Bryan. If you need a reminder of your failure to address this issue, of your very own words spoken from the pulpit, I can send them to you again. Do you recall when I wrote to you about my concerns regarding your teachings on the need for separation from family? Do you remember, Bryan, how I warned you that I would inform the Syracuse community of your harmful actions and your belief in separating people from their loved ones? Your response was not one of accountability or willingness to engage, but a demand that our correspondence remain confidential, subtly implying that sharing your words with others could result in legal consequences. Do you remember that?

And, Bryan, do you remember what followed? A day or two later, the police arrived at my home. They claimed my father had informed them I was building a bomb with the intention of blowing up the church. They searched my home, Bryan. Do you recall me telling you this? Do you remember how I wrote to you about this, how I even documented it in my book, COR Values? These actions—your silence, your veiled threats, and the sudden police intervention—paint a chilling picture of the lengths to which you and others were willing to go to suppress the truth.

The excuses used to justify inaction are many, but none withstand scrutiny. Some claim, “It was in the past,” as though the passage of time alone absolves the Church of its sins. But time does not heal wounds that remain untreated. Others argue, “These are family matters,” as if relegating the pain caused to the private sphere relieves the Church of its moral responsibility. This dismissal not only trivializes the harm inflicted but abdicates the Church’s duty to lead with integrity and accountability. Still, others hide behind, “It’s all hearsay,” attempting to diminish the lived experiences of those who have suffered as if their voices lack credibility. This excuse is particularly insidious, for it silences the very people who have been wronged and denies their suffering a rightful place in the Church’s conscience.

And then there is the most egregious justification of all: “We no longer reject others, so there is no need to do anything.” This claim is not only insufficient but offensive. Ceasing to harm is not the same as making amends. To adopt this excuse is to ignore the ongoing ripple effects of the past—broken families, lingering pain, and lives permanently altered by rejection and alienation. It is to close your eyes to the scars left behind and pretend they do not exist. This is not progress; it is avoidance, and it is a betrayal of the very principles of accountability and healing that Christianity proclaims.

Another, perhaps unspoken, rationale for inaction is the fear of tarnishing the Church’s reputation. This fear betrays a deeper problem: the prioritization of institutional image over the well-being of the people the Church claims to serve. But what good is a spotless façade if the foundation beneath it is rotting? A Church that fears the truth more than it values justice has already failed in its mission.

Lastly, there is the excuse of complacency, the subtle yet pervasive belief that addressing the past is simply too difficult, too uncomfortable, too disruptive. But Christianity is not a faith of convenience. It demands sacrifice, courage, and an unwavering commitment to truth. To shy away from this challenge is to admit that comfort has become more important than conviction, that maintaining the status quo outweighs the call to embody the love, reconciliation, and justice at the heart of the Gospel.

You tell the congregation you are a humble servant of the Lord. You publicly admit your shortcomings, even going so far as to announce your phone number from the pulpit, inviting those harmed by so-called “mistakes” or “misunderstandings” to call you so you can ask for their understanding and forgiveness. Yet you and I both know the truth: you have no genuine interest in engaging with those who have been hurt. This is not humility; it is a façade, a carefully crafted performance to reinforce the image you wish your congregation to believe—a false portrait of yourself as humble, human, and capable of failure.

I know this because I was one of those people who called you. I reached out, seeking an honest and meaningful conversation, only to be met with refusal and indifference. It was clear to me then, as it is now, that your so-called humility is hollow, a tool used to placate those who might otherwise demand accountability.

This pattern of behavior extends beyond you, Bryan. It is clearly reflected in your son, Isaiah, another leader within your church, whom I have recently met. I will never forget the day he shook my hand in front of a group of people, including my brother Paul. He looked me in the eye and said, “I owe you one,” acknowledging the validity of my calling him out on a cowardly act, an act he openly admitted was wrong. In that moment, I forgave him, believing his words to be genuine, that he had recognized his wrongdoing and felt sincere remorse.

Yet, once the audience had dispersed and no one remained to hold him accountable, his actions exposed a starkly different reality. He reverted to the same cowardly behavior, revealing not only his dishonesty but also the deeply troubling nature of leadership that has permeated not just the leadership of your church but your family as well. This conduct is profoundly disgraceful, standing as a direct betrayal of the principles the Church is meant to uphold. It erodes the foundation of trust, integrity, and moral leadership that the Church is called to embody.

I write to you today not as a Christian, but as someone who has been immersed in its teachings since childhood. Although I am an atheist, I cannot ignore the profound beauty and moral clarity embedded in the values your faith professes to uphold. I understand its call for compassion, its pursuit of justice, and its unwavering commitment to truth. In addressing you, I am choosing to engage with the language of your faith, to invoke the scripture that forms the foundation of your beliefs, in order to highlight the glaring contradiction between the Church’s actions and the mission it claims to serve.

 

The rejection and ostracization of good people, the destruction of fellowship and family bonds, are not just betrayals of individuals. They are betrayals of the Gospel itself. Christianity, at its core, demands accountability. Its teachings call for love, reconciliation, and the restoration of what has been broken. The words of Jesus leave no ambiguity: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:37-40). To divide families, to sever bonds of love and community, is to act in direct opposition to these commands.

The doctrine of separation is a betrayal of Christianity itself. At its heart, your faith esteems family as sacred. The Apostle Paul declares, “If anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for his immediate family, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever” (1 Timothy 5:8). How, then, can The Living Word Church justify tearing families apart, severing the bonds of love and connection that form the bedrock of human life? Community, too, is fundamental to Christian teaching. Jesus said, “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another” (John 13:35). Yet the Church’s actions have been marked not by love but by exclusion, judgment, and rejection.

These choices are not merely a betrayal of individuals; they are a betrayal of the Gospel itself. Scripture warns against hypocrisy: “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to” (Matthew 23:13). This is not a hypothetical warning; it is the precise indictment the Church now faces.

I write to you with the weight of personal experience. My own family has borne the crushing burden of this doctrine. Some members, now gone, left this world carrying the scars inflicted by the Church’s rejection. Others remain, their lives irreparably shaped by wounds that never healed. I refuse to allow their suffering, and the suffering of countless others, to be erased by indifference or buried under the veil of willful ignorance. This is not a matter of preference for me; it is a moral obligation. To remain silent would be to betray not only those I love but also the principles of truth and justice that transcend belief systems.

Let there be no misunderstanding: this matter will not rest. It will be addressed, with or without your cooperation. The tide of awareness among members of The Living Word Church is rising, and it will not be turned back. You do not face a choice between addressing this issue or ignoring it. You face a choice between leading this reckoning with wisdom and humility or watching it unfold beyond your control. Every moment you resist deepens the damage to the Church’s legacy, its mission, and its people.

Let me be clear. I will not stop. I will not falter. This effort to demand accountability and reconciliation will continue until one of two outcomes is reached: either these injustices are resolved, or my time on this earth comes to an end. This is not a threat; it is a promise born of conviction. I have no desire for discord within the Church, but I will not allow peace to be purchased at the expense of truth. The harm inflicted must be acknowledged. The wrongs must be owned. The wounds must be healed. Anything less is complicity in ongoing injustice.

Pastor Rocine and members of the Board, this is your moment. This is your opportunity to lead, not by preserving the status quo or evading discomfort, but by rising to the moral and spiritual responsibility that your positions demand. Acknowledge the truth. Take responsibility for the harm done. Guide the Church toward healing and reconciliation. To do otherwise is to reject the principles of love and justice that your faith commands and to embrace a legacy of silence and failure.

This is not a question of preference; it is a certainty. The reckoning will come. The only question is whether you will face it with courage and integrity or wait until circumstances force your hand. The time for action is now. The decision is yours.

Respectfully and resolutely,

Daniel Robert Mazur

Seeking Change Through Texting

July 8th, 2024

 

Earlier this year, I received an invitation to a wedding—a rare and significant event in my life. Apart from my father’s funeral and a nephew’s graduation ceremony, it was the first major family gathering I had ever been invited to attend. At sixty-two, with two brothers and two sisters, all married with many children, I had missed countless milestones over the years—birthdays, weddings, and more. This time, however, I vowed to attend.

 

I flew to Syracuse during the last week of June, filled with anticipation. The wedding was not just an opportunity to reconnect with my niece and her family but also a chance to spend precious time with my mother before returning to Miami. I booked a few extra days, and the excitement of reuniting with loved ones and being part of such a joyous occasion made this trip unforgettable.

About a week before my departure, it dawned on me that being in Syracuse meant I would likely cross paths with many people from the church—a prospect that stirred a mix of emotions. Among them was Bryan Rocine, who had recently made a public appeal from the pulpit, offering his personal cell phone number to anyone he had harmed, inviting them to reach out so he could apologize. This was an opportunity too significant to ignore.

The timing felt right, so prior to leaving for Syracuse, I decided to take him up on his offer. However, instead of calling and talking with him, I chose a more measured approach and initiated a text dialogue. As my fingers hovered over the screen, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead in this conversation. Would it be a step toward healing or just another painful reminder of the past? With a deep breath, I typed my first message, setting in motion a dialogue that would challenge my perceptions and potentially reveal the true nature of his intentions.

From the onset, I harbored deep doubts about whether Bryan Rocine had truly changed. If genuine transformation had taken place, surely the many people he had wronged would have told me. To me, his public announcement felt more like a self-serving gesture—a declaration designed to appease the congregation and suggest that nothing more needed to be done or said.

However, family members and a few others assured me that Bryan had indeed changed and that the church was now committed to caring for those who had been harmed in the past. Reluctantly, I decided to extend the benefit of the doubt and engaged in the written exchange.

Each text message I received was scrutinized; each response I sent was deliberate. The words exchanged between us would reveal whether his proclaimed repentance was genuine or just a facade. Has he truly changed? Read the text dialogue and decide for yourself.

 

The Text Exchange

Dan: Why would a man publicly announce his availability for anyone to contact him? What is the true message here? Is it genuinely for those who may wish to reach out to him, or is it merely a performance for the world to perceive him as accessible and accountable?
If this person sincerely believes he has unjustly harmed others, should he not already know who these individuals are and take the initiative to reach out to them directly?
Imagine a scenario where someone spends thirty-six years meticulously documenting the ways in which he and others have been harmed by this man, compiling these details into a manuscript and placing it before him. Such an effort far exceeds any public declaration of willingness to accept calls from those wronged, ostensibly to discuss and make amends. Yet, this manuscript would be ignored, and any attempt to bring it to light would be vehemently suppressed and attacked.
What does this say about such a person? He has constructed a world that he and others inhabit, a realm he will defend at all costs. He is a consummate salesman, perpetually presenting his pitch to anyone at his doorstep. Until his final days, he will fabricate stories to preserve the comforts he has created for himself.
This is not a man of integrity, honor, or character to be admired. He is someone from whom people need to protect themselves, lest they fall victim to his deceitful machinations.

Bryan: Is this Daniel? What do you prefer to be called? Dan? Danny? Daniel?
Please forgive me for the unnecessary, unhelpful pain I have caused you. I forgive you for the same.
Judging by the caustic and cynical position of your text we may not be able to continue with any communication.

Dan: To seek my forgiveness and, in the same breath, label my message as caustic and cynical, does not reflect the actions of an honest or sincere individual. Have you ever considered that true contrition and criticism cannot coexist in a single plea for forgiveness? True repentance demands humility and self-reflection, not judgment and reproach.

Dan: But perhaps, upon further reflection, I am mistaken, and your message is sincere. I have been wrong before, many times in fact. If you genuinely seek my forgiveness, it is a request I am bound by duty and conscience to consider. Please tell me, what is it that you believe you have done to me for which you seek forgiveness? Without this clarity, I find myself without even the option to offer forgiveness. How can I say I forgive you without knowing what I am forgiving you for?

Dan: Bryan, I ask you once more: what is it you wish me to forgive you for? What have you done that you regret, that you acknowledge has caused me harm? Are you sorry for rejecting my pleas for help when I sought your assistance in reaching out to my father years ago, unlike other pastors who showed compassion and tried to help? Are you sorry for judging me and labeling me as a rebellious son without ever having a conversation with me about my life and my relationship with my father, relying solely on the biased views of others? Are you sorry for ignoring my request to visit me and understand my perspective through the lens of those who have known me for decades here in Miami? What is it that you want my forgiveness for? Is it any of this?

How can you know what has caused me harm if you do not ask or tell me what you seek forgiveness for? What have you done? Why wouldn’t you first acknowledge your wrongdoing? What meaning could “forgiving you” possibly have without knowing what for? Maybe you don’t feel there’s anything wrong with the actions I’ve mentioned that harmed me. If this is the case, and I simply say “I forgive you,” would that not be entirely incoherent and meaningless? If you never tell me what you’ve done wrong, how can I believe that it is forgiveness you seek and not something else entirely?

In our past correspondence, I asked you many questions, most of which you refused to answer, choosing instead to disparage me. No other pastor in Syracuse treated me with the same distance and disdain as you did, claiming to know my thoughts, even going so far as to say “God is my arch enemy.” How is it that so many years have passed, and you have yet to address these wrongs? Are you different today? Do you now acknowledge that your behavior was wrong and regret it? How am I to know? Why is this so difficult for you?

Dan: What do you truly know of me, of my life? You know I was committed to a mental institution, but do you understand the circumstances? Instead of judging me as a reprobate and a God-hater, did you ever think to ask me? Did you ever consider that you might have been contributing to the damage inflicted upon me? Maybe you have, and this is what you’re asking my forgiveness for. How can you not understand how meaningless it is to ask for forgiveness without stating what for? You are a pastor, someone who is supposed to study these matters for the benefit of others.

Take this as criticism if you must, but I simply do not understand your behavior. As a leader, with many eyes on you, the responsibility of your position is immense. Should you not put every fiber of your being into getting these things right? And as a leader, should you not focus more on your own actions rather than defending your wrongdoings by pointing out that others have wronged you too?

Where is the wisdom I longed to see for decades that would have had me by my father’s side, a member of your congregation? Your position demands a higher standard, one that requires introspection and accountability. It is time to reflect on your actions and genuinely seek to understand the impact they have had on others, especially those who looked to you for guidance and support.

Dan: When the police came to my door, claiming my father told them I was building a bomb to blow up the church, did you have a hand in that? Is it too much to ask for you to tell me the truth? This occurred around the same time you wrote to me, insisting our correspondence was confidential while subtly threatening me not to disclose your comments to others. The people I know here, when told of such events, say you all are nuts, that you all are crazy people and I need to stay away from you. Why don’t you provide evidence to the contrary? What do you know about the police searching my home for a bomb or the FBI investigating me? When I’ve asked you for similar information before, your response was simply to attack my character. Should I expect differently today? Or have you changed? Will you be forthcoming? Is any of this what you seek my forgiveness for?

Dan: When the police came to my door, claiming my father told them I was building a bomb to blow up the church, did you have a hand in that? Is it too much to ask for you to tell me the truth? This occurred around the same time you wrote to me, insisting our correspondence was confidential while subtly threatening me not to disclose your comments to others. The people I know here, when told of such events, say you all are nuts, that you all are crazy people and I need to stay away from you. Why don’t you provide evidence to the contrary? What do you know about the police searching my home for a bomb or the FBI investigating me? When I’ve asked you for similar information before, your response was simply to attack my character. Should I expect differently today? Or have you changed? Will you be forthcoming? Is any of this what you seek my forgiveness for?

Dan: This matter transcends forgiveness and enters the realm of accountability, embodying the true essence of taking responsibility for past wrongs. As a pastor, it is your duty to address the injustices perpetrated against me from the very pulpit of your church. Perhaps you are unaware, but to this day, I remain estranged from my brother David. I was deeply upset when he stood before the congregation, misrepresenting my thoughts and praising you all, claiming I saw the “good” in you and how “perfect” the memorial service was. I never said such things. In fact, I had confided in him about the immense challenge it was for me to stay calm in an environment that severely tested my well-being.
I had hoped that the days of being disparaged and lied about from the pulpit, as my father did, had ended with his passing. Yet, when I expressed my distress to my brother, he showed no inclination to make amends. If you have truly changed, you should understand that seeking forgiveness is not enough. The matter must be addressed and corrected. The congregation needs to hear the truth about the past—about who I am, who I was, and what I did not say or do.
I have already taken steps to set the record straight in my book, where I speak the truth for anyone who cares to seek it. If you are a true seeker of truth, you will understand the importance of these matters and will ensure that the falsehoods spoken about me from your pulpit are corrected from that same pulpit. Yet, at this very moment, I have no idea if these are the matters you regret your participation in. As all this transpired, you stood there, hands folded by my father’s side. Who are you today, Mr. Rocine? Are you the same man who stood silent, or have you become someone who will confront the past and embrace the truth?

Dan: So tell me that I am wrong, that my belief in your lack of integrity has been misplaced. Assure me that doing what is right is indeed paramount to you, even when it doesn’t align with your desired outcome. Tell me that my understanding of your true nature, of who you really are, has been mistaken all these years. Proclaim that you believe in justice and truth above all, and that personal wants and desires play no part in your decision-making process, especially in matters that affect those harmed by the organization you are part of. Show me that you stand for what is right, regardless of the cost. Demonstrate to me, and to everyone who doubts, that you embody the principles you preach, and that truth and justice guide your every action.

Dan: The narrative of my experience with your church has been purposefully contorted and contrived to suit the needs of others. You have all misunderstood me profoundly. It is for these reasons that I published my book. Additionally, I have created a short video—a slide presentation—that you and others in your congregation need to see. It is something you should willingly present to your group to set the record straight.

Dan: https://youtube.com/watch?v=n2Coj-eOYaw

Dan: Your integrity is under scrutiny. Having confessed to wrongdoing, you must face the consequences with courage, not retreat. Your role as a leader, an influencer, and a pastor demands accountability and unwavering transparency.

Bryan: Thanks for your explanation. Somethings are becoming clear to me.
Please forgive me for not being a greater help to you when you were a teen when I was trying to be a good influence on the teens in the church. Shame on me I gave up on you. Please forgive me for the harshness of my emails to you some years ago.
Here’s what I am realizing. You don’t have an accurate picture of what is going on in our church community regarding yourself. No one I know sicked the FBI on you. I had nothing to do with it. Id be shocked to learn your dad did. He was very quiet about you.
There has been next to zero public statements about you. I recall very brief and uncritical, 40 years ago like, “My son asked me to stay home from church for him. I couldn’t do that. “. (I summarize.)
I have never that I remember preached a single word about you knowingly or intentionally. The church is very quiet and respectful about what we consider Mazur family business. We don’t gossip about you. We hardly think about you.
I hardly ever talk about you to anyone. And hardly ever for more than a sentence . Most of any talk is in prayer. You are not a bigger topic or a preoccupation around here than anyone else.
My texts take a long time to come back to you because I have many other people to prioritize ahead of you.

Dan: This message feels like the beginning of a meaningful dialogue, and for that, I am deeply grateful. As I reflect on the past, I harbor no resentment for any perceived lack of encouragement during my teenage years. My greater concern lies with the events that have transpired in the years that followed.
I’m unsure if you’ve read my book, but it contains crucial information that sheds light on my comments. For instance, shortly after I moved to South Florida, the FBI came knocking on my door. This was a direct consequence of my father’s actions—something you might not have known. Considering everything else that has transpired, this shouldn’t come as a shock, though it’s possible you were unaware.
You mentioned there have been “zero” public statements about me. This is not true. I have received copies of several statements embedded in the sermons of the organization you now head. I’ll share one of them with you here; it’s an audio recording from the pulpit. I would appreciate your thoughts on this message made within your church and whether you believe such a comment should be addressed or corrected. My father has claimed, and even insisted to me and others, that he has not discouraged my siblings or anyone from having a relationship with me. This is an outright lie, one of many manipulations I can prove have existed, and as a person in your position, you have a responsibility to address it. This is one of many circumstances occurring long after my teenage years that I ask you to respond to and address.
You claim not to gossip about me, yet you have written extremely harsh criticisms of my character. From where your conclusions about me originate, I can only speculate. These comments, a few of which I have already addressed in this thread, are very damaging and have compounded other false claims and attacks that have caused significant harm, not just to me, but to others as well. It’s these criticisms of yours, not anything from my teenage years, that I want you to address.
I also want to remind you of the time I invited you to Miami to meet people who know me, rather than relying on the damaging comments of others. Instead of accepting or even responding to my sincere offer, you accused me of being obsessed with you and justifying myself to you. These examples of your behavior are what concern me and deserve a proper response.
There is much more to discuss, but addressing these points would be a good start.

Dan: https://drive.datadupe.com/f/1e2a84c315aa4fe6ad8d/

Dan: You need to understand that the entire narrative surrounding my departure from my family and your church has been a gross manipulation and complete mischaracterization of the truth. I urge you to watch the video clip I sent you, if you haven’t already. It accurately represents what truly happened, unlike the false narrative constructed for you and the church members to believe. This narrative was crafted to fit a misleading image of who I am and how I should be perceived.

Dan: This false narrative endures, continuing to fuel the rift between me and family members, especially my brother David. It has become an impenetrable wall that must be torn down. Only by confronting and dismantling these misconceptions can healing begin and genuine reconciliation be found.

Dan: Before I continue with my workday, I’d like to share one more point for you to ponder. It concerns the contrasting perspectives I hold of you and my father. Throughout our communications, I have never questioned your honesty. I’ve never caught you in a lie or observed any intentional deceit. Perhaps you truly believed, at least at the time, the negative sentiments you expressed about me. I cannot say with certainty whether you are a dishonest person, but dishonesty is not something I have witnessed from you.

However, it’s crucial to recognize that my father possessed a deeply troubling characteristic. He was not just dishonest; he engaged in deceit far beyond simple dishonesty. Simply stated, as painful as it is to say this about one’s own father, my dad was not an honest man. He was capable of crafting and spreading the most untruthful stories to achieve his desires. Whether you have discovered or acknowledged this yet, you eventually need to contemplate this harsh reality. If you are ever to move forward in situations like mine and others, with a godly purpose aligned with the teachings of the Bible, you will eventually need to cross this bridge. You will need to face this most uncomfortable truth, as I have, about who my father truly was.

Did he believe in many good things? Was he a great contributor to the well-being of others? Certainly, he was. However, this characteristic you may identify as a sin had dire consequences. No matter how much good anyone does, it is vital to address such deficiencies to prevent further damaging consequences. In the end, it is not merely our actions that define us, but our willingness to confront the uncomfortable truths about those we love and ourselves. Only then can we strive for true integrity and redemption.

Dan: It’s 12:45 AM. I usually wake at 2 AM every weekday morning to begin my day. But not this morning. What you wrote to me yesterday, about my father telling you I asked him to stay home from church for me, has kept me up all night, unable to sleep. So, as I have often done when dwelling on poignant moments of my past, I turn to my pen.
The moment I read your message, I knew exactly which day you were referring to. Your message from my father—whether you recall his words clearly, partially, or exactly as he said them—brought back memories I cannot shake. I remember that day vividly, as it was during a formative time in my youth. I was going through a crisis, the specifics of which blur among many, but the significance of that moment stands out starkly.
The crisis was as severe as when I needed to speak with my father about being molested by someone in my younger years who I had just learned was coming to town and would be visiting my family. Despite my distress and the gravity of the situation, my father refused to even be late for church to address my crisis. That response shifted my concern from the crisis itself to a more devastating, ongoing issue between me and my father.
No, I did not ask my father to forfeit his presence at church that day to be with me. My request was simply for him to understand the gravity of my situation and the worth of a moment with me, even if it meant risking being late for one of his meetings. Whether he misrepresented that day to you, or if you are absolutely certain he told you I expected him to forfeit his church attendance, then he certainly did. And if he did, that encapsulates the problem between us.

Dan: During my youth, any significant event in my life was often altered by my father to fit a narrative that suited his interests. For instance, in my book, I recounted a story about a fight I got into with a school kid. The entire incident was my doing, my fault, and I needed to be admonished and to learn a lesson about the wrong I did. However, when I approached my father to explain what happened, despite my extreme efforts to be truthful and represent what truly happened, he would not hear it. He turned the story entirely around and made it part of his sermon the following Friday evening, about how Christians need to defend themselves when attacked by sinners.
This is just one anecdote representing my lifelong struggle to communicate with a father who not only would not hear me but was willing to present me to others in an untruthful way that suited his narrative. He molded every significant moment to fit his interests, to serve the purpose of his church and other ambitions, many of which I believed then, and today are very good, but not worthy of the many deceptive means I observed his accomplishments achieved by.
What truly concerns me, what haunts me in the quiet hours of the night, is not merely the events themselves but the chasm they created between us. A chasm built on misrepresentation and a lack of understanding that has left me, even decades later, grappling with the lifetime of silence between us that he enforced and ensured until his dying days.

Dan: I wanted to let you know that my aunt will be at the church tomorrow. I feel very strongly that a warm hello from you would be very well received. Rest assured, I will ensure there are no concerns about any difficulties from me.

Bryan: Nice of you to give a “heads up.” Thanks.

Dan: Good morning, Bryan,
I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for making my aunt feel welcomed at the church. Despite her initial reservations, she deeply appreciated attending the Sunday morning service. A particularly significant moment for her was reconnecting with an old acquaintance and coworker from General Motors. Despite a past rift, he approached her with open arms, genuinely happy to see her. This was just one of several similar positive experiences she encountered.
For me, this experience illuminated the inherent goodness in others. Your son, Isaiah, especially stood out. I had the pleasure of spending time with him at the wedding and after the Sunday sermon. Isaiah was approachable and engaging, and our conversation left me eager to learn more about him and your family.
Interestingly, Isaiah knew very little about me, including the fact that I have published a book. This lack of awareness was surprising, especially considering I discovered yesterday that even my own niece, Natalie, was unaware of it. It seems that those I spoke with were not particularly interested in learning more about me, which was unexpected given my deep curiosity about them. This realization was both informative and eye-opening.
During our conversation, Isaiah asked why I am not a Christian. Given our shared background and exposure to the Living Word Church, I found it difficult to provide a concise answer in the moment. Interestingly, it was my nephew, Davie, a close friend of Isaiah, who told him everything he knew about me. The only thing he knew was simply that I am an atheist. I found it intriguing that this was what came to mind when asked about who I was. Additionally, my nephew had confided in me that intimate relationships with non-Christians, people like me, were not possible for him. This revelation was profoundly impactful and is crucial to understanding my perspective.
In retrospect, I believe a chapter from my book encapsulates my reasons for not being involved in your church and why my beliefs have diverged from those in attendance. This chapter delves into the theme of family and the potential for positive relationships between people of differing beliefs. It explores how these relationships, once full of promise, were shattered by stringent dogma that, in my view, needed to be more flexible to keep good people together instead of apart. This rigid adherence to unyielding doctrines, I believe, undermines the possibility of unity and mutual respect among individuals with diverse perspectives. The chapter seeks to convey the profound impact of these dynamics on my own journey and relationships.
If Isaiah is interested in knowing more about me and my perspective, could you kindly provide him with the following link to this chapter?
https://drive.datadupe.com/f/6d9983bda451435781ab/
Once again, thank you for greeting my aunt and making her feel welcome on Sunday morning. Your kindness did not go unnoticed.

Dan: Your sermon last Sunday morning, titled “The Power of Repentance,” left a profound impact on me. You began by referencing Mark, where John the Baptist preached repentance for the forgiveness of sins, drawing the entire Judean countryside and the people of Jerusalem to confess their sins. You emphasized the transformative power of repentance, asserting that it can alter the course of one’s life. Repentance, you stressed, offers a pathway to forgiveness, severing the chains of wickedness that bind us to our past and preventing it from dragging us into the depths of despair.
You explained that repentance involves both intellect and emotion, compelling us to feel genuine sorrow for our wrongdoings. This change in attitude moves us away from fault-finding and toward self-reflection. Quoting Jeremiah, you lamented how few people genuinely repent, asking, “What have I done?” You urged us to ask the Lord this crucial question, and to follow it with, “What shall I do?”—a significant step in the process of repentance.
After the sermon, my mother, aunt, Jody, and I dined at The Waterfront Tavern in Central Square, where the sermon became the central topic of our conversation. The emphasis on forgiveness resonated deeply with me, sparking hope for a meaningful dialogue with you. I listened intently to your sermon and engaged in discussion with my family and friend, Jody.
I shared with Jody how my ears perked up when you spoke of repentance and forgiveness. Your repeated call to ask, “What have I done?” and “What shall I do?” filled me with excitement and hope. It struck me that just as we seek forgiveness from God through repentance, we must also seek forgiveness from those we have wronged. This vital aspect seemed missing from the sermon, and I hoped it might appear in your concluding remarks.
When I expressed this to Jody, she responded, “Well, the service is only so long. Brother Bryan can’t fit everything into one sermon.” To which I replied, “Do you mean the message I just shared with you—something you clearly understand—delivered in less than sixty seconds?”
My visit with my family lasted an entire week, from one Wednesday to the next. Though the invitation to my niece’s wedding required fewer days, I chose to stay longer to spend precious time with my aging mother. This extended visit allowed for many moments of deep conversation between us, often centering around the current and past activities of our family and the church, some of which I have already shared with you.
Throughout this past week, my mother has increasingly acknowledged the past wrongdoings of her church, my father, and herself. She has continually sought my forgiveness for her role in these events—transgressions she has confessed and for which I have long forgiven her. Our conversations have revealed her growing understanding of my beliefs, and she often says, “Danny, you’re not an atheist; I just don’t believe it.” To this, I respond, “Mom, today I am; tomorrow I may be something else.”
She insists, “But you believe in God. You must, I can tell.” I reply, “Well, if He exists, where can I find Him—in your church?” This gives her pause, as she has come to realize the extent of the wrongs, deceit, and harmful behavior that have made it impossible for people like me, who have strived to live according to Christian principles, to remain connected not only to the church but also to their own family.
During my visit, I had the opportunity to visit Mary Sorrendino on Monday. As you’re aware, Mary once attended the Living Word Church and even taught Sunday School there for about ten years. I recently read her book, Misery to Ministry, where she recounts a traumatic event she and her sister experienced when they first attended the church.
Mary’s sister was about to deliver a child, but tragically, the baby was stillborn. Not knowing how to handle the situation, Mary called our home to speak with my father, her pastor. My mother answered the phone and told Mary that the church does not handle such matters and that there was nothing they could do. There was no offer of sympathy or mention that the church would pray for her sister and her family.
Furthermore, due to the church’s doctrine against secular counsel, no external support was sought. Mary’s sister, adhering to the church’s teachings, refrained from seeking the necessary help. Consequently, they endured greater and unnecessary suffering, difficulties that could have been mitigated with proper counsel and support.
Considering everything thus far, I intend to send another message to my mother. If she is truly interested in my belief in God, she has the capacity to demonstrate a quality that, if He exists, He would surely possess. I have often stated that while I do not yet know where God is, I do know where He is not.
I would ask my mother to show me that, unlike so much I’ve seen in the past, a member of the Living Word Church has the courage to do what the Bible says and embody the principles you preach. The truth of Mary’s claims and the accuracy of her memories—do these even matter? Do we need a witness? The fact is, Mary and her sister were hurt.
What if my mother found the courage to invite Mary and her sister over for coffee? What if she allowed them to express their pain without judgment? My God, the woman lost her child. Is it too late? Is it ever too late to show love, care, and concern for another? To acknowledge where we have fallen short and ask for forgiveness?
This gesture could be a profound act of healing. It would demonstrate the true essence of repentance and forgiveness, offering a tangible example of living out the principles of compassion and empathy. It would show that faith is not just about belief but about action—about reaching out to those we have wronged and seeking to make amends. This is the God I would believe in, a God reflected in the courageous acts of those who follow Him.
Am I saying this would make me believe in God or in His involvement with your church? Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t. But it is in such places, through such actions, that I would continue to observe closely. I am searching, and if I found a place aligned with what I know to be right, I would want to delve deeper, eager to discover what I do not yet know. I recognize truth when I see it, and I am drawn to it.
As I’ve said, I will convey this message to my mother. However, as her pastor, your involvement could significantly impact Mary and her sister and my mother. If you spoke with my mother and facilitated a meeting with Mary and her sister, the gesture would be powerful.
As you’ve preached, the sin that does not lead to death is the sin that is quickly repented of. I will send you a copy of the passage from Mary’s book detailing what happened. It is my hope that you act swiftly upon this opportunity. If not, I will be the one providing my mother and others the chance to benefit from this experience.
This moment could be a testament to the true spirit of repentance and forgiveness, demonstrating that faith is not just about words but about actions. It could bring healing and reconciliation, showing that the church is a place where love and understanding prevail. This is the God I could believe in—a God reflected in the courageous and compassionate acts of His followers.

Dan: From “Misery To Ministry”
Bill was coming out to church with Toni.  Back in 1977, on Christmas day, Toni had miscarried in the 16th week.  I was in England at the time.  Toni’s baby would have been 7 months younger than my second son, Jason.  It was hard for her, but Toni was taught not to count her chickens before they hatched.  So, she just tried to think that it was not a baby and she shouldn’t be upset.
Toni got pregnant shortly after she accepted Christ, and I was excited!  I thought, How awesome this is! Eric was one year old and would be two in April; Toni’s baby was due in June 1982.  We always thought that we would have our children at the same time or very close in age.  Although Jason and Toni’s other baby would have been the same age, I was glad that Eric would be just two years older than this baby.
I planned for the baby shower to be when Toni was in her eighth month.  That way if she delivered early the baby should be okay.  After having Chuckie six weeks early and Jason ten weeks early, I knew how fragile life is.
We had a surprise baby shower at my home and invited a lot of family members.  Everyone was so excited because they felt terrible when Toni lost that other baby in the fourth month in 1977.  Bill’s daughter Tami was there and was also excited, because she was going to have a little brother or sister.  Tami was 7.5 years old; she was a sensitive little girl.
Tami said to me, “I hope what happened that last time won’t happen again.”  I said, “Sweetheart, that won’t happen.  She’s almost due….”  I went over to the trailer where Toni and Bill lived.  Bill had put the crib together, and Toni was very excited.  But I thought I heard God say that no baby would sleep in this crib in this house. 
About two weeks later I was sitting at the dinner table and I had this overwhelming sense that something was wrong with my sister.  I said to my husband, “Oh my God!  I feel like something is wrong, like Toni is sick or dying !!!!
Chuck knew how I had had dreams in the past that came true or feelings that had meaning.  I immediately called Toni; she was taking a nap, and she was very tired.  I asked how the baby was, and she said “Good, but it was weird that the baby kicked really hard earlier.”  I said I was just checking on her because I was worried.  “Don’t worry, I’m okay, just tired.”
The next day Toni said, “Mary, the baby’s not moving anymore.”
“Well, Toni, there’s not much room for the baby.”
A few days later Toni had an appointment with her OB/GYN, Dr. Ziver Huner.  When he went to listen for the heartbeat, there was silence.  He immediately asked if she was alone.  She said no, Bill had come with her.  Then Dr. Huner asked him to come in, and they talked and set up an ultrasound to be done immediately.  Toni went for the test and was very confused.  As they went down the hall Bill knew what was going on, but Toni was not getting it.  She asked Bill, “What are they going to do now to get the heartbeat back?” She said she felt the Lord say that everything would be okay.
She returned to the office and Dr. Huner told her and Bill that their baby had died.  Toni was unable to process the information…. He offered counseling.  Toni said no, she thought that it was WRONG to meet with a counselor because the church we attended spoke against it, and she wanted to do the right thing. At this church counseling was not recommended, and anyone who did see a counselor was somehow in error.
I was home when Toni and Bill left Dr. Huner’s office.  Bill knew that he had to bring Toni to see me.  I looked out and saw them getting out of the car, and I KNEW!  God said, “I am in control.”  I was devastated!!!!  Toni was devastated!!!!
I called the pastor’s house.  It was a Friday, and being Catholic I wondered what they would do to help us.  I was recently baptized and Toni was attending regularly.  The preacher’s wife got on the phone.  I was very upset and asked if she knew my sister.  She said yes, she had seen her in church.  I went on and told her that her baby died and that we would need a pastor or something like that for the funeral arrangements.  I asked, “What do you do in these situations?”  She said, “Nothing.  We do nothing.”  She never said she was sorry – just “nothing,” like it was no big deal!  She didn’t even say they would pray.
I thought, Oh…this church is much different than what I was brought up in.  I felt hurt by the lack of care and concern for a family in the church that was experiencing a devastating situation.  Although this did not make sense, I thought that God had sent me to this church and we were just expected to lean on God.  After their response I thought that I was wrong to expect anything from them. I did not trust my feelings or thoughts, so I assumed that I was wrong for contacting them. 
Finally, on June 1, 1982 Toni gave birth to her stillborn daughter, Therea Ann Wood.  Toni never went to counseling and therefore was not prepared for the birth.  She pretended that she was not going through this.  Although she did do some grieving, she never held Theresa.  The nurses at Community General Hospital were great.  Bill did look at their daughter and said she just looked like she was asleep.  She had dark hair, and later Toni found out from the nurse that she had really long eyelashes and she weighed 1 lb. 7 oz.  Later in the day Toni asked if she could see the baby now and maybe hold her… but it was too late.  If she had counseling she would have been prepared for this and would have known that she could have held the baby.
Toni was traumatized by the event.  She worked at a retail store on Erie Boulevard, and many customers asked her if she had a boy or girl. Tini told them she had a little girl but she was stillborn.  The customers and her co-workers were wonderful and compassionate to my sister. It was very difficult working in public with so many individuals having contact with Toni.

Bryan: Hi Dan. Thank you for listening so intently to the message of such an imperfect messenger as I. Your recall is almost perfect.
1. Right or wrong, I did intentionally include the subject of our human relationships and person-to-person sin. I am sure you recall something like this: “Don’t take this message as being for someone on the other side of the aisle. THEY should repent.” I’ll explain. I thought the Lord wanted us to focus on first things first — our relationship with Him. But of course you may be right. Shoulda included our person-to-person relationships as part of an inseparable package. I often operate under the principle “less is more,” sometimes to the detriment of the bigger picture.
2. I don’t know how to satisfy you when it comes to the Toni S story. What your mom did and said is coming to us as hearsay. I know your mom very well, and I’m not about to doubt or investigate her tender and compassionate nature based on hearsay.
3. Re your challenge, that you may believe in God when you find people who live sincerely in obedience to the teaching of Jesus… don’t throw down that gauntlet. Judge God on His own merit not on mine or anyone else’s. I fall pathetically short. But He sent His Son to pay the price of our sins. What He did for us is enough to inspire undying faith and loyalty.

Dan: Thank you for responding, Bryan. I understand your emphasis on personalizing the message, and I recall your mention of it that Sunday morning. However, my concern remains. It is crucial to openly communicate what we need forgiveness for. This has been my message from the beginning and remains so now.
You mentioned, “I don’t know how to satisfy you.” But it’s not about satisfying me; it’s about recognizing the validity of my points, which align with what God requires of us. The truth of the story isn’t as important as the moral implications. When people come to you claiming they’ve been wronged, do you ask for a witness? Isn’t it more important to show compassion and concern, regardless of evidence?
Consider the story of Mary and her sister’s loss. Whether a child truly died or the accuracy of the occurrence isn’t the point; the real issue is how we respond with empathy and support. This experience should teach us to be more compassionate and to encourage others to seek appropriate counseling, whether secular or otherwise. Regardless, as I’ve mentioned, should you not be willing to participate in this opportunity to help my mother, Mary, her sister, and others, I will certainly be the one to do so.

Dan: I awoke this morning with an eerie feeling, one that evokes memories of my conversations with my late father.  As I write to you, I am reminded of the profound dialogues we shared. My father, like you, held the position of pastor, and he too struggled with the weight of his responsibilities.
Despite my repeated requests, I still do not know if you have read my book. Your reluctance to engage in open and honest dialogue with me has left me feeling unheard and misunderstood. When I inquired about presenting my offer to your son, your response was absent. When I tried to discuss the disparaging comments you made about me years ago, you closed the door to any meaningful conversation. Your initial response to my first message indicated that a dialogue was unlikely due to my perceived caustic and cynical position. However, it is clear to anyone that I have approached you with sincerity and a genuine desire for understanding.
This situation reminds me of my early mornings with my father. While my siblings were at school and my mother was teaching kindergarten at the Academy, my father would approach me, seeking my opinion on handling sin within the church—an elder molesting his children, members engaging in fornication, and such. Despite offering my thoughts, he often chose to keep such matters hidden to maintain the church’s facade. Yet, these were not the most disturbing conversations; rather, it was those where I implored him to show more compassion and understanding.
Had my father opened his heart and relinquished his need for control, my mother would have been spared decades of separation from loved ones, including her sister and parents. His insistence on isolation and stringent actions to maintain separation from those he deemed capable of diminishing his control of others caused immense damage. Today, my mother’s parents are gone, and she can never amend that loss. However, she has found solace in a renewed relationship with her sister and others, including me, the very person my father stripped away from her in his efforts to control and isolate.
Now, I see the same pattern repeating with you. Your door is closed, and you resist any effort to reunite loving people. Outsiders often describe your church as one devoid of love. This perception stems from the lack of compassion, empathy, wisdom, and understanding. Like my father, who saw himself as a simple small-town preacher, you project yourself as a humble servant of God. Yet, your actions suggest otherwise.
As a pastor, it is your duty, as mandated by the scriptures, to facilitate the coming together of people who have faced life’s challenges. What is required of you, as it was of my father, is simple: step aside and allow the spirit to move.
Please, Pastor Bryan, consider opening your heart and embracing a path of compassion and empathy. Let us work together to reunite those who have been separated, to heal wounds, and to foster a community grounded in love and understanding.

Bryan: I have accountability to a group of experienced men and women of faith. I am honest with them about my failings and keep them appraised of my actions and communications. They have the power to censure and/or fire me. They decide how to take care of me. I would not want it any other way. You simply are not in a position to be part of that group.
I literally don’t have time, energy, or interest in giving you that kind of relationship with me. In fact, it would be inappropriate and impossible. Cmon, Dan, you should understand that.
Since you are so desperate to know about me and your book, I have not read it. I don’t plan to read it. I really don’t relish telling you this.
 

Dan: Hi Bryan,

Fortunately, you won’t need to fabricate stories to distance yourself from me. I live far away, and you may find solace in knowing that I will no longer seek answers or further discussion from you. Yet, before we part ways, I wish to leave you with a final reflection on the matter that began this thread: forgiveness.

Your recent comments about my supposed obsession with you, echoing past remarks for which you sought forgiveness, and your ongoing reluctance to address my concerns, hint at a lack of understanding or compassion. Despite this, should it matter to you, I forgive you for both the past and present wounds inflicted by your words.

Know this: while empathy and understanding seem absent in your responses, I harbor no resentment or ill feelings toward you. After this message, you will no longer be troubled by my outreach. Despite your disregard for my concerns, my door will always remain open, just as it is with my brother David. Should you ever wish to discuss something that weighs on your mind, I will not judge you for your past or present actions. I will gladly listen, offer my full attention, and do my best to support you in any sincere matter you bring forth.

Life is hard, and we all make mistakes. I have made many and will make many more. But when I recognize them, I strive to address them with compassion, empathy, and understanding, especially when they affect others. Good luck to you, Bryan, and my best wishes for your future endeavors.

The Beginning of COR

I grew up in Liverpool, a serene suburb of Syracuse, cradled in the heart of central New York State. Tucked away roughly 250 miles northwest of the bustling streets of New York City, it offered a quiet contrast. My mother, whose maiden name was Fannie Fortino, was immersed from birth in the vibrant culture of a large Italian family. Although she had just one sibling, my Aunt Maryjane, she was intricately connected to a sprawling network of cousins.

 

Life in our family was modest and unpretentious, with little emphasis on professional aspirations. On a farm along Bear Road, where my mother and her relatives were raised, school often took a back seat to the relentless demands of farm work—planting, harvesting, and tending to vegetables became their daily rhythm. Academic pursuits were secondary; neither my grandparents, my mother, nor her sister completed high school. My grandfather poured his life’s sweat into the nearby steel mill from which he eventually retired, carrying only the weight of his memories. My grandmother, meanwhile, spent her working years on the monotonous line at the Resnick Pocketbook Factory. She never did learn to drive, and I distinctly remember the anticipation in the factory parking lot, as my mother and I waited to catch sight of her at the end of each workday, signaled by the piercing sound of the five o’clock whistle.

 

 

In stark contrast to the gentle rhythms of farm life in Liverpool, my father’s early years in New Jersey were marked by shadows and struggles. As the eldest of five siblings and the only child from his mother’s previous relationship, he was raised by a stepfather. Though raised Catholic, his family life lacked the spiritual daily expressions that were integral to my mother’s upbringing. His childhood memories were not filled with warmth and camaraderie but were instead overshadowed by a pervasive sense of alienation and despair.

 

Fate intervened when my parents, still in their teens, met at my grandfather’s camp on Oneida Lake near Syracuse—a serendipitous encounter, given that my father’s aunt owned the neighboring camp. The sparks between them ignited swiftly, leading to a whirlwind courtship and marriage. My mother was just seventeen, and my father, twenty, when they exchanged vows. Following the wedding, my mother relocated to New Jersey to join my father, who was making a living as a commercial artist. Yet, the absence of her close-knit family circle soon weighed heavily on her. The yearning for the familiar comfort of home and the strong bonds she had left behind in Syracuse grew unbearable. Financial constraints initially held them back, but eventually, the pull of family grew too strong to resist, and they moved into the welcoming arms of my mother’s parents’ home.

 

My father was a man driven by relentless ambition and an entrepreneurial spirit. Starting his career journey with modest beginnings, he went door-to-door, capturing and selling family portraits. This grassroots endeavor eventually secured him a stable position as an artist at a local agency. It wasn’t long before his hard work enabled us to buy our own home, marking the first of many milestones in his professional life. Yet, his entrepreneurial spirit was far from satisfied; he soon ventured into starting his own business.

 

During my childhood, the rhythms of our family life were marked by frequent visits with family. My weekdays and weekends were filled with trips to my grandparents’ house and time spent with a multitude of cousins, as well as serene Sundays at the Presbyterian church perched atop the city’s nearby hill. While my mother, sister, and I cherished these familial bonds, my father divided his time between work, his outdoor hobbies like hunting and fishing, and quiet moments spent with the newspaper.

 

 

1970 was a pivotal year that brought significant changes to our lives. I was nine when we moved from our cozy one-story home in Bridgeport to a more spacious four-bedroom, two-story residence in Liverpool. At that time, my Aunt Maryjane had ventured to Houston, Texas, to start a new life. Coincidentally, my father was also scheduled to be in Houston, competing in a national rifle shooting contest against both military and civilian sharpshooters. During this trip, Aunt Maryjane invited him to a church meeting. Despite initial reservations, he agreed to attend and experienced a profound spiritual awakening that drastically altered the course of his life. Upon returning from Texas, he made the life-changing decision to leave his burgeoning business and dedicate himself to preaching. Our family home in Syracuse became a bustling center of fellowship, which gradually expanded to other homes and eventually to a dilapidated church in the town of Euclid. As the congregation grew, we moved from one church building to another, marking new chapters in an expanding community outreach.

 

As the church’s influence widened, so too did the strictness of its doctrines. What began as subtle shifts in ideology soon crystalized into a rigid framework that distinctly isolated us from those not in sync with our new way of life. By the time my senior year of high school rolled around, I found myself increasingly at odds with the rigid beliefs that had come to define our family’s existence. With a heavy heart, I voiced my disinterest in the church, bracing for the possibility of being cast out from my home. Surprisingly, however, I was allowed to stay.

 

From 1979 to 1981, I lived somewhat apart from the day-to-day activities of my family. On Sundays, as my family bustled in preparation for church, bickering over unplugged hair dryers and prolonged bathroom use, I sought refuge under a pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of their arguments. Throughout the week, I unwillingly became a confidant to my father, who expressed his growing frustrations with church matters, discussing congregants’ fornication, gossip, and other assorted sins. This period was also marked by an escalating breakdown in our community ties, culminating in 1981 when my own grandparents were excommunicated.

 

My refusal to sever ties with them precipitated the inevitable: I was instructed to leave my home. This was a harrowing moment, filled with deep pain, and I detailed the emotional ordeal in a heartfelt letter to my brother David, an excerpt of which is included in my book.

 

 

For the subsequent six years, my attempts to bridge the gap with my family were met with cold rejection. This deep-seated sense of abandonment not only fueled a profound identity crisis but also propelled me toward a psychological precipice. By 1987, at the tender age of 25, this crisis culminated in my involuntary commitment to Hutching Psychiatric Center. This poignant moment in my life marks the opening of my book, beginning with its first chapter, ‘Off at Grandma’s.’ Seated on my grandparents’ sofa, enveloped in a sea of memories, I delve into the formative days of my father’s church, the uncompromising doctrines we were expected to uphold, and the series of harrowing events that led to my hospitalization. Here, I lay bare the emotional and spiritual tumult that shaped these years, setting the stage for a journey of introspection and healing.

 

 

This memoir began as a therapeutic exercise—a means to navigate my past and seek reconnection with my estranged family. Over the span of thirty-six years, these pages have transformed from personal reflections into a profound exploration of familial bonds broken and the enduring quest for authenticity amidst the pressures of conformity. Through chronicling my attempts to mend the rift with my father and understanding the stark divergences within our beliefs, I have unearthed the universal truth that diversity and genuine self-expression are not just vital for individual integrity but are also the cornerstones of resilient relationships.

 

My narrative aims not only to offer a window into my own soul-searching journey but also to resonate with anyone grappling with similar familial estrangements or identity crises. It is my deepest hope that this book will not only serve as a cautionary tale but also inspire others to cherish their bonds with loved ones, to embrace the rich tapestry of human differences, and to find the courage to stand firm in their truths. May these reflections guide you towards reconciliation and peace, not by erasing differences, but by celebrating them as the very essence of our shared humanity.

 

 

Unveiling the Core of Christianity and the Spirit of Its Followers

In contemplating what it means to identify oneself as a Christian, one embarks on a profound exploration of faith, belief, and the essence of spirituality. This reflection is not intended as a sweeping judgment of the Christian community at large, for such a diverse and multifaceted group defies simple characterization. Instead, it is a personal observation, shaped by years of introspective thought and a life journey deeply intertwined with a Christian upbringing, from childhood through the complex weave of experiences among those professing to be followers of Christ.


To distill the essence of Christian belief is to navigate a vast ocean of doctrine, tradition, and personal conviction. However, from my vantage point, shaped by early exposure to a community self-identified with Christian values, a paradox emerges. It is a realization, perhaps unsettling, that the core values often attributed to the heart of Christianity—God’s love, and the virtues of honesty, bravery, empathy, and selflessness—often seemed conspicuously absent in the lived experiences within my church community. These virtues, though lauded in sermons and embedded in the teachings of Christ, were met with indifference, or even disdain, by some who professed them loudest.


Raised in an environment where self-interest and the pursuit of comfort seemed to eclipse a genuine engagement with the divine, I observed a dissonance between the preached and the practiced. The church, ostensibly a sanctuary for spiritual growth and communal support, sometimes felt more akin to a social club, its members drawn together not by a shared journey towards spiritual enlightenment or sacrifice but by the allure of comfort and familiarity.


And yet, amid this dissonance, my perspective found its own footing. It was not in the echoing halls of that church or in the superficial embrace of community that I encountered what might be called the Divine, but rather in the quiet, steadfast pursuit of the very virtues overlooked by others. In the teachings attributed to Christ, I discovered a call to transcend the ordinary, to live a life anchored not in the pursuit of personal comfort but in the embodiment of love, truth, and sacrifice. It is here, in the sincere endeavor to live out these virtues, that I find the truest expression of what it means to be Christian.


In this journey, the real essence of faith emerges not from the ostentatious displays of religiosity or the comfort-seeking tendencies of a congregation but from an individual’s quiet commitment to embodying the virtues that Christ himself exemplified. It is a path less trodden, marked by challenges and often solitude, yet it is here that one finds a profound connection to what could be considered divine—a beacon of light guiding us towards a deeper understanding of what it truly means to live a life of faith. This, then, is the essence of Christianity as I have come to understand it: a call to live a life of profound love, truth, and sacrifice, transcending the superficial to touch the very heart of what is universally humane.






    About the Title

    COR Values describes a phenomenon where individuals choose “comfort over reality,” leading to the creation of self-serving, distorted truths. The term “COR” encapsulates the tendency of people to shape narratives and beliefs more aligned with their personal desires than with objective reality. Through telling my life story, this book examines how people, driven by the COR mindset, manipulate information, rely on emotional persuasion, and even fabricate facts to shape a reality that serves their own agendas, overlooking the necessity for integrity and objectivity.

    The central allure of being COR lies in its comforting reassurance by affirming pre-existing beliefs or offering oversimplified solutions to complex issues, often based on falsehoods or half-truths. This, however, comes at a significant cost. It promotes a culture of evasion, where confronting uncomfortable truths and acknowledging the consequences of one’s actions is avoided. This avoidance fosters a societal environment where the rigorous demands of truth and reality are shunned.

    The impact of being COR is profound and far reaching. Individuals influenced by these values may find themselves unwittingly supporting harmful ideologies, participating in destructive behaviors, or isolating others based on distorted beliefs. The repercussions are not just personal, involving emotional distress and financial loss, but also societal, leading to division, conflict, and the deterioration of democratic principles. As these fabricated realities take hold, they undermine the bedrock of trust and critical thinking, essential for a healthy society.

    About the Book

    COR Values is a true and evocative story that captures the intricate dynamics of faith, family, and personal convictions. At the heart of this narrative is a pastor, deeply rooted in his beliefs of sin and salvation, who faces a profound dilemma when his wife’s sister decides to marry someone he considers a sinner. This situation challenges the very core of his teachings, which advocate for separation from sinners to maintain spiritual purity.

    The story takes a compelling turn as the pastor, in his commitment to familial unity, reluctantly promises to make peace with this new family member. The real twist, however, comes when the pastor unexpectedly develops a deep and authentic bond with his new brother-in-law, the very person he had labeled a sinner. This unexpected relationship not only brings to light the pastor’s internal struggles but also highlights the complexities and contradictions of his long-held beliefs.

    COR Values delves into the tension between doctrinal rigidity and the realities of human relationships. It presents a nuanced look at how life’s encounters can challenge and reshape our perspectives, compelling us to reconcile our professed values with our real-life experiences, and underscoring the repercussions of ignoring life’s imperative calls for change. This book is a powerful read for anyone interested in the journey of self-reflection and the challenge of confronting one’s own prejudices. It uncovers the beauty of forming significant connections in the most unexpected places and the profound, both personal and communal, repercussions of turning away from life’s prompts to evolve from our misjudgments. It’s a story about the transformative power of acceptance and the unpredictable nature of life that can lead us to question and, ultimately, deepen our understanding of our core values.

    The Story and Purpose

    In 1961, I entered the world within the walls of Saint Joseph’s Hospital in Syracuse, New York. My early years unfolded in a modest, single-story dwelling in Bridgeport, a quaint town where community and simplicity intertwined. My father, a New Jersey native, and my mother saw their paths converge following an unexpected encounter at a family camp. Barely adults, with my mother at seventeen and my father at twenty, they embarked on a journey of togetherness, sealing their bond in marriage.

    Their early family life began with a move to New Jersey, where my father worked as a commercial artist. Yet, the pull of familial bonds proved too strong for my mother, leading them back to the familiar embrace of Syracuse, where they nested within the welcoming space of my maternal grandparents’ home. This period of adjustment and growth eventually culminated in the acquisition of our Bridgeport home, marking a new chapter of stability and belonging.

    Life in Bridgeport was a blend of tradition and new beginnings. My mother, steadfast in her faith, continued to nurture us with the values of her Presbyterian upbringing, attending church with me and my older sister, Debbie. My father, however, charted his own course, finding enjoyment in the solitude of hunting or engaging in hobbies that spoke to his independent spirit.

    An entrepreneur at heart, my father co-founded Tri Art Studios, a venture that symbolized both a professional and personal milestone. Our family’s fortunes mirrored this upward trajectory, leading us to a spacious two-story house in Liverpool, complete with the trappings of suburban life. Amidst these developments, my father’s passion for rifle shooting flourished, pitting him against competitors nationwide, from military personnel to civilian sharpshooters.

    During one such competition in Houston, Texas, my father experienced a profound epiphany. Coincidentally, my mother’s sister, Aunt MaryJane, resided in Houston, and it was by her invitation that he attended a local church service. There, a moment of divine clarity struck him as the pastor’s words seemed to pierce the veil of anonymity, speaking directly to his soul. Overwhelmed by this encounter, he was consumed by a newfound conviction of God’s presence and purpose for his life, a revelation that propelled him into a fervent pursuit of his spiritual calling.

    After my father returned from Houston, discussions about God became a daily fixture in our household. Our home began hosting meetings that initially included a large contingent of cousins. I vividly recall being questioned while observing from the staircase, “Can’t you see your father has changed? Don’t you notice the glow on his face?” This query lingered in my mind as I watched my mother play the organ in the family room, peering through the ornate metal bars of the stairway railing.

    As time progressed, my father decided to leave his business behind. The religious gatherings, once confined to our living room, moved to a dilapidated church in the town of Euclid, with my father taking on the role of pastor. Under his guidance, the congregation expanded, necessitating moves to progressively larger facilities until finding its current home on Court Street Road in Syracuse.

    Aunt MaryJane, mirroring my mother’s yearning for familial closeness, returned to Syracuse and became an integral part of my father’s church. She, along with my grandparents, regularly attended the four weekly services and immersed herself in the community through friendships and numerous activities.

    The teachings at the church were stringent and constantly evolving, with a strong emphasis on adherence to its principles. One such expectation was the concept of being “equally yoked,” particularly in romantic relationships, discouraging associations with those deemed sinners. This policy limited relationship prospects to within our own congregation, branding other churches as lukewarm or misaligned with God’s expectations. However, my aunt found love outside these confines, at her workplace at General Motors, where she met a man whose character she deeply admired and eventually married.

    The pervasive discrimination and judgment against those with differing beliefs, whether religious or otherwise, motivated me to share my reflections and spurred the publication of my book. Throughout my life, I’ve witnessed firsthand the consequences of attempts to exert total control over loved ones and their environments, which restricts access to the world’s diverse perspectives on identity, origins, and potential purposes. My writing, the result of thousands of hours of work over 36 years, embodies a deep, relentless drive to illuminate and challenge the roots of division and prejudice. This imposition on individuals’ inherent rights to individuality and authenticity, arising from discrimination, fractures families and friendships, infiltrating various spheres under the guise of dogma. It’s a pattern that has become deeply integrated into my family’s religious practices, a cycle that urgently needs to be broken. My work aims to expose these divisive forces for what they truly are, advocating for an end to the dogmatism that segregates and isolates.

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    In my hands, I visualize two spheres. Held in my right hand is the sphere of truth, symbolizing the reality underlying everything. In my left hand rests another sphere, representing our desires to satisfy both our physical and psychological needs. I perceive every decision as a balancing act between the influences of these two spheres.

    When evaluating individuals, it is their character that captures my attention. Character is the essence that sets individuals apart from one another. I seek signs of integrity, courage, honesty, loyalty, and respectfulness – hallmarks of a person’s ethical and moral fortitude. The predominance of these traits in an individual often indicates that their decisions are predominantly guided by the ‘right’ sphere, the realm of truth. Conversely, a deficiency in these qualities is likely to lead to decisions heavily influenced by the ‘left’ sphere, dedicated to physical and emotional indulgence. Those who recognize this pattern should not find it astonishing that a deficiency in character results in self-serving actions that veer away from the truth.

    It is a well-acknowledged fact across all domains of life, including religion, business, and politics, that prejudice and discrimination stem from such poor character. Indeed, these are selfish actions born from the craving for comfort, both physical and emotional, at the cost of forsaking reality and truth. The greater one’s emphasis on comfort, the ‘left’ sphere, the more one distances oneself from ‘truth’, the ‘right’ sphere.

    It is these individuals I have deemed to be ‘COR’, as they show favor of ‘comfort over reality’.