The Account of John MacArthur & Rick Holland’s Horrific Handling of “Jane’s” Rape in Conjunction with Officials from The Master’s University
Wednesday, June 26, 2019 at 8:02PM “Jane” was a junior at The Master’s University when she was drugged and raped by a man who claimed to be a student at The Master’s Seminary. He attended a seminary Bible study, associated with seminarians, and was a member of Grace Community Church. Police believed he had committed these crimes before and would do so again.
John MacArthur was the President of The Master’s University & Seminary (TMUS) and senior pastor of Grace Community Church. Rick Holland worked for him and was in charge of Crossroads, the college and singles ministry.
What you are about to read really happened! There are hundreds of pages of evidence that have not been made public. I have talked with Jane and corresponded with Jane. I have read much of the evidence including that sent to U.S. Department of Education. I believe Jane.
This first article, “Do You See Me?” was written by Marci Preheim in conjunction with “Jane” and published on September 18, 2017. It follows.
Do You See Me?
Marci Preheim with “Jane”
September 18, 2017
My name is Jane. Actually it isn’t, but my name doesn’t matter. I am invisible. I have been erased.
I’m fifteen. I just graduated high school early with a 4.0. My dad is a police officer and my mom has served the church for almost two decades as women’s ministry director and children’s minister. I’ve had a great childhood with loving parents and a nurturing church. Famous people like Billy Graham and Luis Palau are friends with my pastor. They come around here often. Everyone takes care of each other.
I’m seventeen. I am taking classes at a junior college. My dream is to be a pastor but women can’t do that, so I’ll go with my second choice. I’ll become a Biblical counselor, and maybe marry a pastor. I apply to all the Bible colleges in the area and am accepted (with full ride scholarships to many of them), but all along I really want to go to The Masters College. It’s the only one with a true Biblical counseling degree. They have just started letting women into the program. I am one of two women in a room full of men.
I’m twenty-one. It’s 2006 and I’ve spent almost three glorious years at The Master’s College. I still have good grades and only one year to go. My professors treat me like family—two of them in particular. One of them rushed me to the hospital last year when I was sick and sat by my bed throughout the night. I have learned so much from them. I want to be a crisis counselor someday and help rape victims. I have been trained to do all the right things like call the police within 24 hours, remove battered spouses from domestically violent situations, and discern the telltale signs and behaviors of someone who has been raped. Some of my professors say they don’t agree with John MacArthur on everything. They want us to learn to think for ourselves. This is scandalous news.
Spring break starts tomorrow. I was going to go home today but last night I hit my head and suffered a concussion. The doctor said I need to take it easy so I decide to stay on campus and catch up on rest and homework. Not to brag or anything but I hang out with the smart crowd, and the smart crowd hangs out with the seminary students from The Master’s Seminary. They invite me to go to a play in town and then to dinner. I probably shouldn’t but it’s an approved outing as some of the seminary guys are bringing their girlfriends, and of course there will be no drinking, drugs, or dancing. We all had to sign a contract that we would not do those three things while attending Masters. It doesn’t bother me. I don’t drink or do drugs anyway.
Four of the seminary students live together and I know three of them. The fourth, a stranger who I have met maybe once, sits by me at dinner and asks if he can get me a soda. I thank him and say yes, but about a half an hour later I start to feel foggy. Everyone begins to discuss going ballroom dancing after dinner. I want to weigh in but my words are slurring and I can’t move my legs. The rest of my friends start laughing because I’m acting funny. They remember I suffered a concussion yesterday and think I need to go to bed. They urge the stranger to take me to my dorm room so I can rest. By this time he has to carry me out of the restaurant. No one thinks this is strange or seems at all concerned. I black out.
I am drifting in and out of consciousness. I do not know where I am. The stranger is on top of me but I can’t move. I am telling him to stop and get off of me. I hear him grinding and mixing some concoction. He is forcing me to swallow more alcohol. It tastes like it has sand in it. He insists I drink more. I wake up choking and coughing. Everything goes dark.
I am awake again and it’s morning, or early afternoon. I can’t tell. I’m still in this strange bed. The stranger is carrying me to the living room where the same friends and seminary students are drinking beer and watching a movie. The stranger spills a beer on me because I can’t hold it right. I don’t want beer. I have not had food or water in some time but I cannot articulate this. Everyone is still laughing at me.
Now I’m in a strange bar. I can’t see clearly but it seems the same group of people are here along with the stranger. I look down and wonder where this dress that I’m wearing and these shoes came from. I wear a size ten and a half shoe—it’s not like I can borrow shoes from just anyone. I find out the stranger bought them and put them on me. All I can think about is that the school would not approve of these clothes or being in a bar. I’m not a rule breaker. I don’t want to get in trouble. The stranger puts a straw up to my mouth and insists that I drink. I do but it is alcohol and again, I just want some water. He is still trying to get me to drink, but I refuse. I am sliding out of the booth and onto the dirty floor but I can’t stop myself. The stranger and everyone else is still laughing. The bartender tells us to leave and take me home.
My faculties are starting to come back and I begin to understand that I have spent several days and nights in this fog. I am angry that I have been left in the care of a stranger, and am starting to think my friends don’t care about me at all. I demand to go back to my dorm but I must sound funny because they are still laughing at me. Somehow, someone took me home, or maybe I drove myself. I wake up a day and a half later.
My head is starting to clear now. I know I’ve been raped, and fondled and used as a propped up blow-up doll date for the stranger. Good thing I know what to do! I have been trained by the best, godliest people on the planet. I will be supported and cared for, and I can get Biblical counseling right here at school. I will make it through this.
I go to the police. They do a rape kit and then stick me in a room where alternating good cop and bad cop question me and accuse me of lying. I confront them and say: “This is not how you treat a rape victim. I am studying to become a rape counselor and this is the opposite of what you should do.” They apologize and mumble something about protocol. They promise to help. It doesn’t matter. I have the church and my Bible college. Furthermore, my perpetrator is in the seminary. He will be held accountable for his actions.
I’m back on campus thank God! I find my RD (resident director) and pour out all the details of what has transpired. She tells me I have broken the rules, that I signed a contract promising not to do drugs or drink and that even ballroom dancing is prohibited.
“You need to talk to Rick Holland.” She says.
Her reaction surprises me. I am horrified. Maybe I asked for this. Maybe I did come on to the stranger. Maybe this is all my fault. Maybe I have to marry him since he is the only person I have ever had sex with. I have never even kissed a boy before, but maybe that is the only way to make this right.
These thoughts are confirmed by the female Biblical counselor named Sandra that has been assigned to meet with me. “You know, marrying him will fix this whole thing,” she says to me.
She tells me all the good that will come from this rape and speaks of God’s will and joyful suffering and not putting myself in situations like this again.
I am meeting with Rick Holland—the college pastor for the church that is affiliated with the college. We are alone in his office. I think it is strange that there is not a third person present. I learned in my classes that a male and female should never be left alone in a counseling situation. He insists I tell him everything. He asks me questions like: Where did he touch you? Where else did he touch you? What exactly did he do? How long did he do that? What were you wearing? Are you dating him? Did he turn you on?
I tell him every excruciating detail I can remember…
Rick leaves the room several times to go talk to John MacArthur. He comes back with John’s ruling on the matter. Rick tells me that I need to be disciplined for doing drugs, drinking alcohol and almost dancing. He said the consequence for breaking the rules is that I will be kicked out of the college. He is angry at me for going to the police and the doctor. I should have let the church handle this without outside interference. He tells me not to tell anyone else, not my fellow classmates, not my teachers, not anyone at church.
“You are ruining that young man’s life!” He says.
He tells me I have to go to the police and drop the charges or I will be brought in front of the church to be disciplined. I don’t drop the charges. Not that it matters. The police interviewed my rapist and all the “friends” who were there and ruled it a “he-said, she-said” incident that can’t be proven either way.
I don’t keep quiet either. I reach out to the professors who “disagree with John MacArthur on a few things.” They won’t see me. People are avoiding me. I feel their whispers. Even close friends are acting weird.
I am trying to defend myself to Rick Holland, but he is angry and dismissive. He is openly offended that I would speak to him so frankly, and I am accused of being hard headed. I understand there’s a narrative being created about me but I don’t know what it is. I only know I’m completely alone.
My parents are coming to get me. I need to get out of here anyway. They are angry not only for what has happened to me, but how it is being handled. I want to have victory over this and get my degree from Masters still. My dad has a man-to-man talk with Joe Keller, the Assistant Dean of The Master’s College. Nothing comes of it. I am still being sent home to think through the list they have given me of things I need to repent of. I am comforted by my parents’ anger, but I hold them back from their need to bring about justice. To me it feels like a David and Goliath situation, only this time Goliath wins. I just want to forget all this and go back to a week ago when I was happy and safe and optimistic.
I’m home with my parents now. I receive a call from Rick Holland. There are a few stipulations that I must agree to if I want to finish my senior year at The Master’s College. I plan to do whatever they tell me to do so I can get my degree and get out of there. He asks me to come in and meet with him.
I am standing outside the door to Rick’s office. I take a deep breath and feel confident that I am strong enough to do whatever it is that he asks me to do. I open the door and am shocked to see the stranger sitting there. I am starting to shake and sweat. Rick asks me to sit down by my rapist. Rick speaks for the rapist.
“He has admitted to everything he has done. He has acknowledged his sin and that this relationship was not consensual and he has repented. Look at him, he is crying.”
I don’t want to look at him but I do. I feel panicked sitting this close to him. I am wondering why I have to be present if it has become clear that I am innocent. Why wasn’t I immediately reinstated in school?
“Now it is your turn to apologize.”
I am not hearing right. I think that Rick Holland has just asked me to apologize to my rapist.
“Apologize for what?” I ask.
Rick says something about apologizing for the dress I was wearing at the bar and for drinking alcohol. He says I caused this young man to stumble, and he is incensed that I have not dropped the charges with the police. He says he has been talking to Joe and Sandra and my RD and they all say that my story keeps changing. I wonder why they are all allowed to talk about it but I am not. If I am to be reinstated in the school I must agree to weekly counseling with Rick and the stranger. I am told that the stranger and I have committed this sin together and therefore we must work through it together. I must agree to sit next to the stranger in church every week.
I don’t know where to begin. Do I start with the fact that I didn’t put that dress on or how my story isn’t changing, I am just remembering more things? I feel confused and angry. I am yelling. I hear more accusations coming out of Rick’s mouth. I am not submissive. I don’t trust the men that God has put over me. I am rebellious. He is angry and I cannot keep up with all of the attacks on my character that are flying out of his mouth. I am kicked out of school. I have less than twenty-four hours to get my things out of my room and get out. If I show up on campus, I will be arrested. They are changing my three years of earned college credits from A’s to F’s. I have flunked out of college.
It is 2008. I am still getting Facebook messages and emails from people I know at Master’s College calling me to repentance. They are rebuking me and quoting Scriptures about immorality and fornication. I know the narrative now. They have been told that I was sleeping around and was kicked out for drinking and carousing. They know my character and yet still assume it is true. Only one person from that whole community believes me—my roommate from Junior year.
It is 2017. I have told a few people over the years about what happened to me, but mostly I want to move on and live my life and forget. I can’t forget. I am trying to get my graduate degree, but on paper I failed three years of college and flunked out. I had to relive this nightmare trying to get my undergraduate Psychology degree, and now again applying for graduate school. Every time I work with rape victims, I relive my own trauma. I realize that I cannot move on until I bring this darkness into the light—even if it helps just one person—even if that person is me.
I am 32 years old and I am taking my life back. My name is Jane. Do you see me?
*Writer’s note: This is an eye-witness testimony of something that really happened. Anyone who accuses me [Marci Preheim] or Jane of lying may want to reconsider as we have police reports (the police believe the stranger has done this before and will do it again), printed emails, and plenty of evidence. Somehow, Jane had the presence of mind to print and keep all of these papers all of these years.
Furthermore, if you are more appalled at me for writing this story, or Jane for telling it, than you are at the stranger [rapist] and those religious leaders who handled it so abominably, perhaps you should evaluate your “Christian values and theology.”
END
A second article, “Regarding Jane,” was also written by Marci Preheim. It was published a week after the first article when Phil Johnson, Fred Butler, Eric Davis, Jesse Johnson, et al., were attacking and discrediting Jane and her story. That is a predictable and long-standing pattern.
For example, Johnson did the same with Paige Rogers on behalf of MacArthur when she published Iconic civil rights leader tells Pastor John MacArthur to stop lying. Bulter assisted him. These men work for MacArthur and are downright vicious. They will employ all manner of deceit in order to cover up all manner of evil. I’m serious. Read this article. It is the most important I’ve ever written.
My Most Important Article Ever! John MacArthur’s Renowned Story He Stood on the Blood of Martin Luther King Jr. with Iconic Civil Rights Leaders Within Hours of Assassination in 1968 a Complete Hoax! Phil Johnson, MacArthur’s Executive Director, Verbally Assails Reporter Who Broke Story in Attempted Cover-Up! And Much More!
[Note: To Be Published Thursday, June 27]
Here is the second story regarding Jane.
Regarding Jane
Marci Preheim
September 25, 2017
Let me just start by saying that neither Jane nor I imagined the magnitude of events that would take place after posting her story on my little blog. Jane told me several times that she wanted to tell her story only if it would help other people avoid what happened to her. She also thought perhaps it would give victims courage to speak up about their own suffering, and shed some light on a very dark place in the church. I told her it probably will help someone else, but mostly it would help her. She’s carried other people’s shame every day for the last eleven years (both her rapist’s and the leaders at TMU). Telling her story, I said, will unload that shame off of you and onto the ones who should be carrying it. Whether they take their guilt to Jesus or not is up to them.
As someone who was raised by this brand of Fundamentalist Christianity, and attended Grace Community Church for several years, I can attest that I have witnessed people being silenced, bullied, and put out of the church. I have experienced quite a bit of this myself as well in all three of the churches I have attended over the years that are affiliated with GCC [Grace Community Church] and TMS [The Master’s Seminary]. It is the theme of much of my writing.
For years, I too was a staunch John MacArthur follower. However even back when I attended his church, my friends and I questioned some suspicious things—mostly women being mistreated at the hands of men and then blamed for the mistreatment. They were required to be silent about it and “trust the godly men that were put over them.” My friends and I all agreed that we didn’t have all of the information, and that the church leadership probably knew what they were doing. We trusted them to handle things biblically as they claimed to do. We agreed that we shouldn’t speak of those things so as not to drag Jesus’s name through the mud.
I was silent about an incident I was very close to about 25 or so years ago. Other people did speak up to no avail. I regret that silence because a TMS student who was a known sexual predator graduated from The Masters Seminary. He went on to become a youth pastor where he groomed and sexually preyed upon at least 8 women, perhaps many more. I have spoken out about a few of these situations, but it has never been for legal or monetary benefit—only a desire for internal change.
Neither Jane nor I have a vendetta to satisfy, nor a legal plan of action in place at this time, although we have both spoken with attorneys. It is illogical to think that if Jane wanted to ruin the reputations of these men, that she would tell her story eleven years later to a relatively unknown writer. There are better ways to do that. Also, we have been courted by some big-name, main-stream news media outlets and famous authors, and have refused…for now. Since we are the ones on trial now, and this blog is where it all started, some clarifications need to be made.
We have been accused of defamation, slander and lying. Slander, by definition is a false report. Defamation is the unjustified injury of the good reputation of another. Jane told me her story (which in a court of law, an eyewitness testimony counts as evidence), and I believed her based on my own experiences. However, I did not rely only on my personal experience. I asked her all the questions that I am being asked daily on my blog and on social media—she had answers for all of them.
I’m a writer, not a lawyer. Therefore, I am not going to give detailed explanations for every question being lobbed at me and Jane. As a writer committed to the truth, I carefully summarized her story and made sure that it was factual according to her memory. The point of posting it was not to detail, explain, and defend how she did everything right, or what she could have done differently, or to parse out and crucify all those involved. The point of telling her story was to raise awareness regarding how she was treated by the leadership at The Master’s University and Grace Community Church in light of a crime that had been committed against her in their midst. Whether he was a seminary student or not is not an issue. She felt safe and trusted the company she was in because they were affiliated with the seminary. She never remotely suspected one of these people would put a date rape drug in her soda.
To substantiate her story, Jane sent me evidence in the form of a police report, emails, and the list of things Masters was requiring of her at the time. I have not seen all of the emails because, as Jane puts it, it’s TMI. I have read enough of them to understand that an incident took place, and the general message that was handed down to Jane by the leadership at Masters. Be quiet, admit your fault in the matter to our satisfaction, and keep up appearances for the sake of the institution.
One email in particular was from a “friend” who encouraged her to examine her heart and see where she may have some guilt in the matter. Her email was filled with breezy updates about life on campus, and plenty of “missing yous.” Sandwiched in between some “I love yous” and the “don’t worry they never officially church disciplined you,” there was a request to obtain a copy of the police report. But Jane never released it to anyone at Masters. The fact that they claim they have seen it opens up a few more questions that perhaps someone should interrogate them on.
First, their official statement says that there are “limitations in dealing with anonymous accusations.” How is it then that they also claim they have “verified with the police report on record,” that they know who the rapist is (as they claim he was not a student), and how can they deny the story’s accuracy—when clearly some sort of incident took place? Second, and even more concerning is the question of how they got a hold of a confidential document that the victim never released to them. Grace Community Church, The Master’s Seminary and The Master’s College (now called The Master’s University) are not named in the report. Therefore, they are not entitled to have it in their possession nor spread its content among their members.
All the things Jane and I have said in this blog we would also say under oath. However, the whole world is not entitled to every gory detail of this horrific event. Unless you have been raped, you may not understand how frightening and painful it is to put these things out for the public to scrutinize word by word. I have been more concerned about protecting Jane than assuaging public hunger for evidence.
But low and behold, the leadership at The Master’s University and Grace Community Church and their minions are assassinating her character and spiritually abusing her all over again—just like they did eleven years ago. And unbelievably, some people believe them! Therefore we are providing some of the documentation through various vehicles.
Again, since I am a writer and not a lawyer, and these charges are severe, Jane and I have sent the information to people who are more experienced with sexual and spiritual abuse. They have released some of the pertinent documents coupled with the legal ramifications of the accusations being lodged against us. You can read those here:
Jane’s Account of Rape, Response of Master’s University to Her Claims, and a Breaking Development Confirming Details #DoYouSeeUs
September 27, 2017
Julie Anne
Jane’s Traumatic Rape and Subsequent Mistreatment at John MacArthur’s ‘The Master’s College’ (now University)
September 23, 2017
Deb Martin
If you would like more evidence or would like to pursue the matter further, please do not interrogate Jane or demand more evidence from me before you will believe her. We believe it does not matter how much evidence we release, those who don’t want to believe her won’t.
You may inquire in the comment section in the above blogs or call TMU [The Master’s University] or GCC [Grace Community Church] yourself. I will continue to remove abusive and hateful comments from my blog. Jane has suffered enough spiritual abuse for one lifetime. It is crazy to me how hateful some of these “Christians” are and yet they claim the name of Christ.
Finally, I respectfully ask people on both sides, if you know the victim’s identity that you please respect her privacy. Those who believe her I know will. But those who side with TMC should understand that they do not want her identity released either as that will launch many investigations that they do not want to happen.
Perhaps now that this case is so public, and witnesses are coming forward who were present with Jane immediately following the rape, something will come of it. Come what may, I have a new friend who I love dearly and I will stand with her until the end.
END
Another article was written by Deb Martin at The Warburg Watch. It focused on Rick Holland.
Who Is Rick Holland, the College Pastor Who Counseled Jane?
September 27, 2017
Deb Martin
I made this comment on The Wartburg Watch in response to a comment by Dee Parsons who runs the blog.
Brent Detwiler on Thu Sep 28, 2017 at 04:52 PM said:
Dee, you are quite right about C.J. Mahaney providing counsel to Rick Holland on how to handle Jane’s rape. They were close friends when the rape occurred in March 2006. In fact, they had been friends for about 3 years.
By March 2006, they were talking about all the most important subjects touching upon John MacArthur, the staff and the church. C.J. filled me in on those conversations. Rick sought and gobbled up C.J.’s counsel including how to deal with John MacArthur himself. The staff was very frustrated. No one felt they could correct him, approach him or be friends with him. That was a main reason Rick left Grace Community Church.
The way Rick handled the situation with Jane is precisely the way C.J. and his staff handled sexual abuse in Covenant Life Church and parts of Sovereign Grace Ministries I did not directly oversee. Victims were told the pastors would handle things internally and crimes should not be reported to law enforcement because that will only make matters worse. I did the exact opposite and did not learn about this corruption until the lawsuit came out [Oct. 2012]. C.J. hid his unwritten policy from me knowing I would not tolerate it.
Further, to report a rape or sexual abuse was a sign of bitterness and unforgiveness. Victims were required to meet with their rapist or abuser to grant forgiveness soon after the rape or abuse took place. Honestly, this was so cruel and a way to silence them. Forgiveness was used to cover up crimes. You don’t go to police or tell others if you really forgive! That is a corrupt and twisted application of forgiveness.
Moreover, victims were always warned not to slander and gossip about their abusers. Some of the abusers were pastors, teachers and leaders like Nathaniel Morales. He headed up the international outreach at the University of MD campus for Grant Layman. He abused scores of boys over three decades. C.J. learned about him in June 1991. Never reported him. Twenty years later Morales was finally arrested and sentenced to 40 yrs. It was insane. Everything had to be covered up.
As a result, people who were in harm’s way were never told about abusers. Even convicted ones. They could be babysitting your child and you would not know it. And the victim’s supposed sins were often given as much time and attention as the abuser. In addition, the parents of victims were often confronted for their perceived anger and bitterness. And in every case in the lawsuit, the abuser got more care than the victim. This all happened as a result of C.J.’s leadership. He should be in jail.
I have strongly confronted Rick Holland in private for his cover up of C.J.’s sins. I sent him overwhelming evidence of ethical and criminal guilt. He refused to read it because he was too busy pastoring his church of 180 people with two other staff pastors. I begged him to repent. In my final email to him on Jan 26, 2016, I said “I hope you study the evidence, come to your senses, stop supporting C.J. in ministry, and help him repent.” Of course, there was no response and he continues to support C.J.
You also know about my dealings with Phil Johnson, John MacArthur and Chris Hamilton (chairman of the board). They refused to deal with Phil for his extraordinary lying, deceit, bullying, and arrogance. It was staggering. If you let Phil remain in ministry you will let anyone remain in ministry. People can read my post on the matter. I sent it to all the church pastors and seminary professors.
I don’t know all the facts concerning Jane but I do know John MacArthur and Rick Holland cannot be trusted to follow their own teaching or that of Scripture. They did not do it with Phil or with C.J. They have covered up for these men. I have no reason to believe they would not seek to cover up the rape of Jane or treat her in the manner she describes. I’ve repeatedly documented the corruption that characterizes far too many national leaders who are more concerned about their pretentious reputations than the glory of God about which they write. Soli Deo gloria has become a slogan. We need it to be a reality!
I wrote Rick recently hoping he would respond to the charges agasint him. I have not heard back from him.
From: Brent Detwiler abrentdetwiler@gmail.com
Sent: Wednesday, June 12, 2019 5:36 PM
To: Rick Holland rick@missionroadbiblechurch.com
Subject: A Defense Against “Jane’s” Charges?
Hello Rick,
I re-read “Do You See Me?” today. It is “Jane’s” story of rape. I did not remember the central role you played in counseling Jane when I wrote you, Dan and Lance on April 12. I was also unaware of the sexual harassment allegations against Dan. I would not have asked for your help in appealing to John MacArthur or Phil Johnson had I’d remembered or been aware of these allegations.
The charges made against you by “Jane” are extremely serious. Have you ever answered them? If so, where? For example, this one.
“Rick leaves the room several times to go talk to John MacArthur. He comes back with John’s ruling on the matter. Rick tells me that I need to be disciplined for doing drugs, drinking alcohol and almost dancing. He said the consequence for breaking the rules is that I will be kicked out of the college. He is angry at me for going to the police and the doctor. I should have let the church handle this without outside interference. He tells me not to tell anyone else, not my fellow classmates, not my teachers, not anyone at church.”
http://www.marcipreheim.com/about-marci/
If you never defended against her charges, I’d like to give you that opportunity in keeping with Proverb 18:17. “The one who states his case first seems right, until the other comes and examines him.”
I hope you will answer.
Thanks,
Brent
I also wrote Jane to find out if Holland ever addressed her charges or made any attempt to contact her.
From: Brent Detwiler abrentdetwiler@gmail.com
Sent: Thursday, June 13, 2019 3:26 PM
To: Jane Ibelievejane@gmail.com
Subject: Holland Defense? / Ask Forgiveness?
Hi Jane,
Could you answer a couple questions for me? Did Rick Holland every make a defense against the charges you brought against him in the 2017 article, “Do You See Me?” I have not found anything. I wrote Rick but I have not heard back from him.
And a follow up question. Your tragic experience occurred in March 2006? Has John MacArthur or Rick or anyone else from TMUS or GTY or GCC ever contacted you to ask forgiveness, see how you’re doing, or how help you out?
Thanks for your help.
Brent Detwiler
Here is Jane’s response.
From: Jane Doe ibelievejane@gmail.com
Sent: Monday, June 17, 2019 3:52 PM
To: Brent Detwiler abrentdetwiler@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Holland Defense? / Ask Forgiveness?
Hi Brent,
I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have.
Rick Holland never contacted me after I was expelled from the Master’s College after reporting to him my kidnapping and rape. Despite mentioning him by name in the “Do you see me?” article in 2017, tagging him on twitter @Rick_Holland, and him being mentioned by name in numerous other articles that followed, he never acknowledged me or the situation. I do know that he pastors at Mission Road Bible Church in Missouri and the church’s phones were “blown up” from people around the world trying to talk to Rick Holland and get his side of the story; to my knowledge he did not return any of their calls.
As to your question has anyone from Masters University, Masters Seminary, Grace Community Church, or Grace to You reached out to check on me, ask for forgiveness, or offer support, no that has never occurred. No one from those organizations has ever reached out to my family, friends, or even Marci Preheim who I chose to help share my story through.
Eric Davis, Phil Johnson, Jesse Johnson, and Fred Butler whom are all associated with John MacArthur, the Master’s University, Masters Seminary, Grace to You, and Grace Community Church did however have no difficulty publicly discussing the confidential details of my rape; some even claiming (illegally I might add) to having seen my rape report and passing it around at TMU board meetings, saying “it’s a good thing a rape did not occur”, and trying to discredit my story despite never having once spoken to me or being a law enforcement official. The crude, dismissive, non-empathetic way these men have responded [2017], lacking any kind of trauma informed care or Christlikeness is unfortunately exactly the same treatment I received when I attended The Master’s College and Grace Community Church [2006].
The master’s university did release 4 updated statements with various changes before deleting all four of them within hours. They also created a website called 2006allegations.com but promptly took that down as well likely due to their lawyers advice.
I have read these four statements. They document the lies, disinformation, and illegal activity of The Master’s University. That is why they were taken down.
I have also read other extensive evidence that has been sent to the U.S. Department of Education and the Western Association of School and Colleges (WASC) which is the regional accrediting agency for The Master’s University and Seminary. That evidence of guilt is why TMUS has been fined, remains on probation, and continues under investigation.
The story above is about “Jane.” Below is a second story about “another Jane Doe.” It too is a horrific account of how John MacArthur, Michael Mahoney (“the highest person after Dr. MacArthur”), Kent Haney, and Jason Hartung handled the rape of a married woman by an adjunct teacher at The Master’s College.
I am very grateful for the kind and supportive work of Marci Preheim. She has been a friend to these victims in helping to get out their stories for the good of other women.
Do You Hear Me?
Marci Preheim with another Jane Doe
November 26, 2017
*Note from Marci: This is not my story. It is another Jane Doe who has suffered at the hands of the leadership at The Master’s University, Seminary and Grace Community Church. I have offered my blog as a platform for these people who have been sexually and spiritually abused but want to remain anonymous to heal in private.
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More than twenty-five years ago I was hired as a teacher at a junior high school in Santa Clarita, CA. Following my first faculty meeting, a fellow teacher named “Dan Doe” introduced himself, welcomed me, and offered to help with whatever I needed. He came to my classroom daily, helped me set up, showed me how to use the copy machine, navigate the mailroom, the teacher’s lounge, and faculty meetings. He introduced me to his wife and we became friends. My husband was uncomfortable with a friendship that included Dan, but Dan was a Christian and he was married, so to me, it should have been safe.
Most days after school and many times in the mornings, Dan would come to my classroom to talk. He asked me many questions about my life, my past, my marriage, my husband, etc. Over time it seems no matter where I went, Dan would show up. If I went to get mail, he would show up. If I went to the office he would arrive soon after. If I went to use the bathroom, he would be waiting when I walked out the door.
One day in my classroom he grabbed me, started rubbing himself against me, and masturbating himself. I tried to push him away, but couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do. When he was finished, I quietly gathered my things and left.
The next day he came up behind me, pinned my arms to my sides and groped me. He followed it up with a threat against my marriage if I told anyone.
Dan continued coming to my room day after day. I told him that I didn’t want him there, but he ignored me. Most of the time he got angry, twisted my wrists and bent my arms up behind me. With both arms restrained like they do on police shows, he would grope me. When I tried to get away he would hurt my shoulder or squeeze and pinch my breasts so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
I would tell him “stop, you’re hurting me” but he would only squeeze harder. He would tell me to stop fighting him or “you will only hurt yourself worse”. He frequently told me that if I said anything he would hurt me worse. He threatened to say whatever was necessary to make sure my husband divorced me, or that the school would fire me. He told me: “Nobody will believe you. You are a new teacher.”
This went on for many weeks. He would trap me in my classroom, always standing between the door and me. He wouldn’t let me leave. My arms were always bruised. My breasts were blue and purple. When my husband asked how I got the bruises, I lied. He wanted to take me to a doctor to find out why I had bruises that didn’t heal.
One day, we were supposed to meet Dan’s wife for lunch. But instead of going to the restaurant where she was supposedly meeting us, he dragged me across the pavement to the motel on the other side of the parking lot. I screamed at him “No! No! I don’t want to do this!” But there was nobody there to help. He pushed me into the motel room, twisted my arms behind my back again, and raped me.
It was torture. I felt like a hostage with the cost of freedom being a broken arm, my career, and maybe even my marriage.
Four days later Dan showed up at my house after work. He forced his way past me into my house. I told him to leave and that I didn’t want him there, and again told him to leave me alone. He wouldn’t leave. I told him my husband would be home any minute thinking that his fear of getting caught would deter him. But he dragged me through my house and into my bedroom. He threw me sideways across the bed, stood over me, removed my pants and raped me again.
When I could get up, I grabbed my pants and ran into the living room where I pulled them on. I sat on the couch and cried. Dan came in and tried to calm me down, but just then my husband drove up and Dan ran out the door. He spun his tires as he drove away. I was accused of having an affair but I couldn’t talk. All I could do was sit there and cry. Later, when I could talk again, I told my husband that I wasn’t having an affair, but I was too afraid to tell him what really happened.
Two days later I was home after work when I heard a sound in the kitchen. I went to see what it was and found Dan in my house. I told him to leave but like always, he refused. My husband drove up and Dan ran out the door again. This time I was lucky that I wasn’t raped again, and that my husband didn’t immediately file for divorce.
The next day I went to school and marched into Dan’s classroom. I screamed at him to leave me alone, to never come to my classroom or house again and, armed with my husband’s words, I said: “if you ever come to my house again my husband is going to kill you. Do you hear me?”
Dan’s face grew pale, and he said nothing. He didn’t bother me again after that. I am sure he thought I had told my husband everything. But I hadn’t. I blamed myself. Even after my doctor questioned me about the unusual scar tissue inside my breasts, indicating that I had endured significant trauma, I still felt that this was somehow my fault. I carry those scars to this day.
The next school year, I saw Dan grooming another new, young, teacher who was also newly married. I was too afraid of what Dan might do to me if I warned her about him, so I said nothing. A few years later, Dan moved on to teach at a private Christian school, and eventually became an adjunct teacher at The Master’s College.
Eighteen years later I ran into Dan at a teaching conference. He was a presenter for The Master’s College. I saw him three years in a row at that conference. The first time was only an abrupt “Hi.” The next year he called to me in the hallway and tried to turn on the charm. I walked away. The third year, he was with his wife who was very friendly and wanted to “catch up”. It was obvious to me that she didn’t know what had happened. The whole time I was talking to her, Dan stood behind her and glared at me. Even my co-workers commented on his intimidating expressions and asked me “who was that guy?”
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After many years, I decided that I had to face what had happened to me. I went to a therapist and it took a long time for me to see it clearly. I told my husband what had happened as best as I could explain it. I also met with the other teacher whom I had not seen in over twenty years. I apologized to her. I told her the whole story. “If I had done what I should have, Dan would have been in prison, and what happened to you would not have happened.” I said.
Through tears she replied, “You just told me my exact same story.” According to several therapists I had interviewed, Dan hadn’t learned his methods without a lot of practice. They believe Dan has many more victims.
My husband and I spoke to a couple of different pastors. One reminded us of Mathew 18:17 (And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church). He expressed the importance of going to the congregation to let them know that “there is a wolf in sheep’s clothing among them.” He recommended that we tell the authorities at the Masters College that they had a sexual predator on their campus, so they could protect others.
One of the pastors contacted the administration at the Master’s College and they wanted me to come in and explain what had happened. My husband went with me. I recounted the whole story in detail. It was extremely humiliating. I was told that Dan would be fired, but the matter had to be handled through the Human Resources department. I would have to recount my story to two more men.
I met with the head of HR, Kent Haney and the CFO, Jason Hartung. They listened to my story and took a lot of notes. Mr. Haney began counseling me like a therapist. My husband asked him if he had done therapy before and he said that he had. He said that Dan was a sexual predator and would be fired. He explained sexual predators, why they did what they did, and explained why I reacted as I had. He said my reaction was typical of how victims deal with assaults. He told us that Dan had to have had a lot more victims and a lot of practice to learn his methods. He said that it would be very difficult for me to fully recover while Dan worked at The Master’s College. He also explained how The Master’s College would deal with Dan if he threatened a lawsuit.
Dan would be fired if I would write a statement explaining what he had done to me. I agreed to write it and we were to meet again when I had finished. Meanwhile, they met with a lawyer, and when we returned with the statement, we noticed a change of attitude. Mr. Haney took my statement while Mr. Hartung asked me questions that seemed like he was accusing me of having an affair.
Through angry tears I said: “It wasn’t an affair! Dan stole the purity of my marriage!” They re-wrote my statement and whitewashed the violence. They said it was so Dan wouldn’t sue them. I wrote my statement again, restating the violence but using different wording. For example, they didn’t like the word “rape” so I removed it and re-wrote it as “forced sexual intercourse.” They didn’t like that version either and wanted to re-write that as well.
My husband said “No! It is her statement and Dan cannot sue you over her statement.”
Mr. Haney said: “Okay, it doesn’t matter anyway.” He went to another office and returned having added a disclaimer that wasn’t necessary before. It was becoming obvious that they were now adversarial in their position. Mr. Haney started to say that it would be best if Dan repented, but then his words tailed off and he didn’t finish his sentence.
They called Dan in for a meeting. Dan told them that he was busy for a couple of weeks and they would have to wait. Finally, they let us know that they had arranged a meeting with Dan. I was afraid of Dan and his promised retaliation. I knew what he was capable of when he was crossed, but Mr. Haney repeatedly promised that they would not let Dan know the identity of the person they had spoken with. However, immediately following their meeting with Dan, we had things stolen from our mailbox and vandalism to our home. We had never had these issues before. These events went on until the 2016 school year ended, then stopped.
We met with Mr. Haney and Mr. Hartung again after they spoke with Dan. Mr. Haney said he blindsided Dan by asking him if he had always been faithful to his wife. Mr. Haney said that Dan immediately responded that he had two “inappropriate relationships,” giving the years that matched my assaults and the assault on the other teacher. He said that he had repented and that he hadn’t had any contact with either woman in over twenty years, he said he told his wife and that they could call her and ask her if they wanted.
My husband said he thought Dan’s rebuttal sounded rehearsed and I voiced the inaccuracies in his statement.
“He can’t be talking about me because I saw him three years in a row, eight, nine and ten years ago.” I said
“I think he meant sexual contact.” Mr. Hartung replied.
My husband asked Mr. Hartung if he had asked Dan exactly what he meant by contact. The answer was no. Then he asked about the other statements. When did Dan repent? They hadn’t asked. When had Dan told his wife? They hadn’t asked. Did they call her? No. Mr. Haney added that they did ask Dan if he had apologized to the women. They said that Dan had responded by saying that he didn’t know if the one husband even knew, but he would apologize if they wanted him to. Mr. Haney took the liberty of telling Dan that it wouldn’t be necessary.
They said that they told Dan that if anything else came up, he would have real problems with his employment at The Master’s College. Mr. Hartung and Mr. Haney then told us that they would not fire Dan because it was a “he said, she said” that could not be proven. We persisted. They didn’t want to see any medical records. The other teacher had said that she would speak with them, but they had no interest in speaking to her. They weren’t interested in anything any witnesses had to say. They dismissed anything my husband saw because he was my husband and therefore not a credible witness.
The Christian school where Dan had worked for over twenty years had done their own investigation. I’ve been told that after investigating, they didn’t renew his contract for 2015. But Mr. Hartung and Mr. Haney didn’t ask the Christian school why they chose to no longer employ Dan.
Mr. Hartung looked at me and said: “You did not even object in your own house!” I took this to mean that he was implying that it was consensual. They ignored all I had said, my demands for Dan to leave and my resistance to being dragged through my house and into my bedroom. Where did the bruises and scars that were seen by my husband, a friend, and the doctor, come from?
I felt like I had been hit with a baseball bat. It was the same paralyzed feeling I had after being raped. Again, I couldn’t talk. I wanted to tell them that, if it had been an affair, Dan wouldn’t have needed to hurt me, or force me, or prevent me from leaving a room, or threaten me. An affair is very different from what happened, and I have physical scars to prove it. But I couldn’t talk.
My husband and I left the meeting, got into the car and I lost it. I was screaming and sobbing at the same time. I pounded the armrest with my fist. I had been a victim of a bait and switch, bad faith, or simply tricked by people that I had trusted. My husband suggested that I call my therapist to make an emergency appointment while he wrote notes about what they had said so that the therapist would have his perspective. We drove away from The Master’s College but couldn’t go home. We drove around until I stopped crying and screaming at Hartung, Haney, and Dan.
We spent some time trying to get things back together. Having been a listener of John MacArthur’s radio show, my husband believed that Dr. MacArthur would never tolerate what those men did while representing The Master’s College. He tried to contact Dr. MacArthur but could only reach Michael Mahoney, who said he was the highest person after Dr. MacArthur.
My husband met in Mr. Mahoney’s office and told him the whole story. He was apparently shocked, and said that he would speak to John MacArthur, who was out of town for another two days. He said he would make sure that there would be a resolution to the situation. They exchanged texts but after Dr. MacArthur’s return, my husband could get no response of any kind from Mr. Mahoney. That was Spring of 2017.
They had dragged this out for three years, apparently hoping I would go away.
I am still in a state of shock. The Master’s College (now The Master’s University) has violated nearly every part of the federal Title IX requirements relating to sexual assault and sexual harassment. The Bible that they purport to follow, has been reduced to a simple book that their business sells. If they opened the John MacArthur Bible, they could read Leviticus 5:1 where it describes how, in doing nothing they have accepted Dan’s sins on themselves. I write this in hopes that John MacArthur, Michael Mahoney, Kent Haney, Jason Hartung and even Dan will repent.
Please sirs, repent of your sins, and get right with God while you can. Do you hear me?
“And if a person sins in hearing the utterance of an oath, and is a witness, whether he has seen or known of the matter – if he does not tell it, he bears guilt.” Leviticus 5:1
The MacArthur Study Bible, NKJV
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I am also intimately familiar with a third account of a rape and how it was handled. This person has not spoken out in public but allowed me to read the evidence she sent the Department of Education and WASC. Here is an excerpt from a note I sent her after reading her highly documented account.
“I just read your story. It is horrific beyond words. It is amazing you are still alive. The heavy-handed abuse your experienced by faculty and student leaders is beyond comprehension. What severe legalism! What extraordinary callousness! What perverse evil to preserve one’s image! I can’t imagine the injuries you have suffered. … You are compassionately in my thoughts and prayers!”