“Like the babies I buried, I died in Brazil. And I was reshaped from the dirt and the water of a place that seeped into me in the night.”
—Graceann K. Deters, from Divine Betrayal
THE HIDDEN STORY OF A MISSIONARY DAUGHTER
Everyday life was filled with joy, death, secrets, abuse, love, corruption, and laughter. Divine Betrayal will intrigue, move and entertain you; it will inspire awe, laughter, tears and hope.
In a small village in mid 20th century Brazil, lived a very self assured and sometimes smug, little girl. That girl was me, navigating a maze of religious fanaticism. Divine Betrayal covers the first eighteen years of my life. It is the story of coming of age in an exotic land, told through the eye of a child as she grows to become a woman. Even though my childhood was filled with religion, this is not a religious book.
There was the good Missionary Widmer, whose warm breath I felt on my small plump face as he told me stories and slipped my hand between his legs. There was the fragrant smell of lily petals that lined the pine caskets of babies I helped carry to the cemetery. And there was a headless man running amok in the market place. But even then I felt “almost” safe because I knew Jesus was watching over me.