💣 “From the Comfort of My Home Tonight, I Speak the Truth This Nation Has Refused to Hear.” 💣🫡
While I sit in the comfort of my warm home, as the frigid cold settles outside, let us talk about something far colder. Something that would chill the heart of a nation if they ever opened their eyes to see the truth about it. Let me start by saying this. I get up to ten calls every single week from women across America who are crying out for help. Their stories come from every state, every background, every age, every walk of life. And I received another message tonight. While it is still fresh in my bones, I feel compelled to speak. We can go into my own story later, but understand this first. This is bigger than me. This is a national blindness that can no longer be ignored.
There is a silent epidemic in this country that no courtroom, no government agency, and too many churches refuse to acknowledge. Domestic violence is one of the most overlooked, underestimated, and catastrophically mishandled crises in the United States. Women and children are being destroyed behind closed doors while society shrugs and whispers, while judges reassign cases, while pastors protect reputations instead of victims, and while the public swallows whatever polished lie the abuser tells them. If the truth were ever fully exposed, this nation would tremble.
As many of you know, I am a former victim of domestic violence. I lived through things no person should have to endure. I was diagnosed with CPTSD, a trauma disorder, and battered woman’s syndrome. And people ask me all the time where my fire comes from when I preach. It comes from survival. Years of surviving. Years of navigating darkness so suffocating that the human mind fractures trying to endure it. Years of crying out to the Most High when nobody else believed me or could comprehend the reality of what I was living through. My voice carries fire because my testimony was born in flames.
Let me tell you what the statistics won’t sugarcoat. One in four women in America will experience severe domestic violence. Twenty people are abused every minute in this country. That is over ten million victims a year. Five million children live in homes where domestic violence is routine. Studies show those children are three times more likely to develop PTSD than soldiers returning from war. And yet courts, police departments, and government agencies still treat victims like they are exaggerating. As if terror inside a home is somehow less real than terror on a battlefield. Trauma is trauma. Violence is violence. And silence is a death sentence.
But let me expose the deeper truth. Abusers do not look like monsters. They do not announce themselves. They do not come with warning labels. They are charming. Sweet. Helpful. Quiet. Well spoken. Respected in the community. Sometimes involved in churches. Sometimes respected by pastors. Evil rarely shows its fangs in public. Evil thrives behind closed doors, where no one can hear the screaming, see the fear, or witness the destruction. Victims tell me things daily that would turn the strongest stomach. The terror. The threats. The manipulation. The broken bodies. The broken furniture. The broken spirits. And when they finally flee, they are met with skepticism from society and apathy from the system.
And yes, the judicial system is failing them. Judges minimize abuse. Prosecutors reduce charges. Courts ignore patterns. Police dismiss reports. And the very institutions designed to protect the vulnerable end up re-traumatizing them. Survivors are forced to prove their abuse while the abuser sits calmly in a courtroom, looking collected, composed, and deceitfully innocent. Meanwhile the victim trembles, shakes, stutters, cries, or disconnects emotionally because of trauma. And in the eyes of the system, the calm one looks truthful and the traumatized one looks unstable. This is not justice. This is blindness. This is a nation that punishes victims for their wounds.
And the church. Let us address the church. Not the remnant of God, but the sanitized, reputation-driven American institution that would rather preserve a man’s image than protect a woman’s life. Scripture commands elders to confront sin. It commands believers to defend the oppressed. It commands us to rescue those being crushed. But too many churches choose silence. Too many pastors refuse to get involved. Too many congregations refuse to believe the truth when the abuser is sitting in their pews with a Bible in his hand and wickedness in his heart. Silence in the church is not holiness. Silence is complicity. Silence is how demons thrive.
This is why Salvation Revolution Ministries is building something different. This is why the Eternal Record Ranch exists. We are not sitting back and watching victims drown. We are developing land across this nation to house, shelter, and protect domestic violence survivors and their children. We are establishing safe havens. We are creating sanctuaries for healing. We are preparing a place where women and children will never again have to choose between their safety and their survival. Isaiah 61 says the anointing breaks the yoke, and we are determined to build a refuge where chains fall off and hope is restored.
So hear me clearly tonight. The next time you hear a story, do not jump to defend the soft-spoken voice. Do not assume the woman is unstable. Do not allow your comfort to dismiss her trauma. Do not underestimate the evil that can hide behind a polite smile. And do not forget this truth. Sometimes the victim is the only one telling the truth. Sometimes the abuser is the best actor in the room. And sometimes your disbelief becomes another wound she has to carry.
Heaven sees everything. Heaven records everything. And as long as I have breath, I will speak truth, expose darkness, defend the broken, and build places of refuge until the King Himself returns.
General Coco
Salvation Revolution Ministries
