September 29th, 2013
08:40 AM ET
From grief to grace: Wife of Amish schoolhouse shooter breaks her silence
By Daniel Burke, CNN Belief Blog co-editor
Lancaster County, Pennsylvania (CNN) - Among the flowers and plants in Marie Monville’s sunny yard sits a rosebush, a gift from her first husband, Charlie.
A few years ago, Monville painstakingly unearthed the roots and transplanted the bush from her old house 10 miles away - a house that Charlie had thrown into tumult and grief.
The bush’s prickles recall the pain she and her family have endured, Monville said, and its peach-colored blossoms offer a yearly reminder that God creates new life from old.
After years of silence, Monville is now telling a story of her own.
It’s the story of how a milkman’s daughter became a murderer’s wife, and how she found a divine calling after a devastating tragedy.
“If this wasn’t my life,” Monville said during a recent interview in her kitchen, family pictures smiling from the fridge, “I never would have expected it to look this beautiful.”
On October 2, 2006, Charlie Roberts - then Monville’s husband - burst into a one-room Amish schoolhouse in Nickel Mines, Pennsylvania, with a handgun, a 12-gauge shotgun, a rifle, cans of black powder, a stun gun, two knives, a toolbox and restraint devices.
Roberts ordered a teacher, a teacher’s aide and the boys to leave, then bound 10 young schoolgirls and lined them up against the blackboard.
He boarded the windows, apparently preparing for a long siege, but as police surrounded the schoolhouse, Roberts shot all 10 girls before killing himself. Five girls died; the others were severely wounded.
The gentle, quiet man who had shared Monville's bed, children and life was now a mass murderer, guilty of unfathomable evil.
In mere hours, Monville lost her husband, and her children lost their father. Her close-knit community was terrorized and her family's name disgraced. Her innocence was despoiled, and her evangelical faith tested.
“I felt deserted, left behind to bear the weight of the world’s judgment and questions alone,” Monville writes in “One Light Still Shines,” her new book about the shooting and its aftermath, “and I felt that weight pressing me down.”
Stepping out of the shadows
After the shooting, Monville tried to keep her family, especially her three young children, out of the public eye.
But with the release of “One Light,” which goes on sale Monday, Monville is stepping out of the shadows, sharing her story in deeply personal detail.
Zondervan, one of the country’s largest Christian publishing houses, won't say how many copies it plans to print. But it has launched a “robust” marketing and publicity campaign, with a billboard in New York’s Times Square and interviews with TV networks, including CNN’s Piers Morgan.
“It will sell millions of copies," said Donald Kraybill, co-author of "The Amish" and a professor at Elizabethtown College in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. "Millions."
Not only is Monville’s story powerful and largely untold, it also hits a burgeoning market for book publishers, Kraybill said: the cross-section of evangelical spirituality and interest in all things Amish.
Christian fiction best-seller lists brim with Amish romance novels, largely because of their large evangelical readership, which scholars trace to the 2006 shooting and its stunning postlude of Amish forgiveness.
Monville said she kept silent for so long because that story - the grace and compassion the Amish offered her family - was already making headlines around the world.
“There wasn’t much more for me to say,” she said.
Even if there had been more to say, the intensely private Monville was reluctant to speak publicly. Shy and quiet, she sometimes joked that the label under her high-school yearbook picture should have read, “Most Likely to be Forgotten.”
But as the shooting’s psychological wounds began to heal, Monville said she heard God calling her to a new mission: to share her message of hope and to tell others that, even after Charlie's crushing actions, her family not only survived, they thrived.
“I now saw a grand purpose in telling my story,” Monville writes, “I wasn’t afraid anymore.”
Walking on water
The morning of October 2, 2006, was sunny and warm, Monville recalls, the trees in her rural neighborhood radiant with red and golden leaves.
Monville, then Marie Roberts, was living her deepest childhood dreams.
At 28, she had a vibrant church community and spiritual life, a dutiful husband who doted on their three young children and a home next-door to her grandparents in idyllic Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where she was born and raised.
Charlie Roberts, her husband of nearly a decade, drove a truck that delivered milk to nearby dairies, just as Marie’s family had done for generations. He sometimes brooded over the death of their first daughter, who was born three months premature and died after just 20 minutes, but he usually pulled out from these bouts of depression.
On the morning of the shooting, Marie led a prayer group at a local church, where they asked God to keep schoolchildren safe.
As usual, she and Charlie later walked their two oldest children, then 7 and 5, to the bus stop, kissing them goodbye before Charlie left for work.
At 11 a.m., as Marie was pouring herself a cup of coffee, Charlie called.
“I had never heard Charlie’s voice sound like that before,” Monville writes, “not in almost 10 years of marriage. Something was horribly wrong.”
Charlie told Marie he was not coming home. He left a note explaining everything, he said. Marie pleaded with him to come home, but he hung up.
According to Pennsylvania State Police, Charlie also told Marie he had molested young family members two decades before and had daydreamed of doing so again. Monville said she left that out of her new book because police found the claims to be false.
“Charlie said a lot of things on the phone or the letter that didn’t make a lot of sense,” Monville said in an interview. “His mind was filled with all of the things he was planning to do, so he wasn’t in a place of being OK.”
The three-page letter Charlie left for Marie said she was the perfect wife, but the death of their firstborn child made him enraged at God.
“I am sorry to put you and the kids in this position but I feel that this is the best and only way,” Charlie wrote. “I love all of you and this is why am I doing this.”
Marie called 911. Sirens wailed in the distance. Hanging up the phone, she stood in the living room, staring at her ceiling fan, and prayed.
Monville calls this her “walk on water” moment, recalling when Jesus challenged the disciples to show their faith by following his footsteps across the Sea of Galilee.
“I was faced with two choices, and only two,” she said.
“I could choose to believe that everything written about God in the pages of the Word were true, and that he was going to rescue me and my family. Or I could choose to believe that we were going down like the fastest sinking ship.”
The falling flower
Raised a churchgoer in deeply religious Lancaster County, where churches far outnumber bars, Monville said she always enjoyed a close relationship with God, hearing his voice call to her, feeling his embrace during prayer and worship.
Even after the death of her firstborn, whom they named Elise, and a later failed pregnancy, Monville said she kept hoping that God held better days in store.
But Charlie’s faith faltered, and he shrugged off her pleas to talk to a pastor, counselor or friend about his deepening depression.
“He was angry at God, which I didn’t realize in those days,” Monville said. “I just thought he wasn’t connected to the Lord in the ways I was. The harder I pushed, the more he withdrew.”
Counselors later said that Charlie Roberts likely suffered for years with untreated clinical depression over the death of Elise, which led to a psychotic break with reality, Monville said.
“I did not know the man who went into the schoolhouse and did the things he did there,” she said. “I did not know that Charlie.”
Counselors told Monville that depression can be difficult to diagnose, especially when a sufferer is trying hard to hide it. “There were a lot of things I asked myself,” Monville said. “How did I not see this? What are the signs I missed?”
Those questions didn’t yield easy answers, just more difficult questions, she said: How could God allow this to happen? What should she tell her children? Would people hold her responsible for Charlie’s actions? Could she rebuild her life in Lancaster?
The community - including the Amish - showered her family with gifts, meals and love after the shooting, Monville recalls. They waved hello on the way to the bus stop, dropped by to see if she needed groceries, encouraged her to stay in Lancaster.
Still, Monville had always been a people-pleasing middle child, shyly hoping she could somehow escape the world’s gaze. Now she was the center of attention, with news vans parked in her neighborhood and reporters prowling around her yard.
With her newfound notoriety came questions from strangers that made her skin crawl. Did Charlie have life insurance? How do you sleep at night knowing what your husband did?
In fact, Monville didn’t sleep at night. She tossed and turned, grieving over her husband and the deaths he caused, and worrying about her children’s future.
But with Scripture and prayer, in reaching out to God and hearing his reply in shouts and whispers, feeling his fatherly care in signs and wonders that people of lesser faith might take for coincidences, Monville said she found healing.
On the day of the shooting, after Charlie’s frightening call, she saw a vision of God’s hand catching a falling flower petal just before it hit the ground, Monville said.
And that’s just what God did for her, she said, every time her spirits fell.
She saw God's hand when the Amish attended Charlie's funeral, when neighbors sent baskets of food, and strangers filled her mailbox with supportive notes.
Most importantly, Monville said, she felt God's strength when she had to tell her children that their father had made some very bad choices, and some people had died, and he had died, too.
“Over and over again," Monville writes, "(God) broke though my pain, revealed his presence, and restored my hope.”
Along with restored hope came another miracle, Monville said: She no longer cared what other people thought.
Marie needed that fearlessness when, just four months after the shooting, she told her family she was engaged to a family friend, Dan Monville.
She and Dan, a divorcé, had bonded after the shooting as they supervised play dates with their young children. She felt a connection with Dan as their families bonded, she said, which ripened into love.
Maybe Dan was the right man, her family said, but it was definitely the wrong time.
Marie had doubts, too. It was so soon after the shooting. But she felt God whispering to her, telling her that Dan was the man she should marry.
Marie said she wrestled with that revelation, fasting and praying for days. Again, one of those signs and wonders - the kind that others might take for happenstance - broke into her life.
Early one morning in December 2006, Marie awoke to hear her Christmas tree tumble with a crackling crash.
Each year, she and Charlie had exchanged Christmas ornaments, their own family tradition. Only two broke when the tree fell, Monville said, the first and last Charlie had given her.
“At the precise moment I noticed this,” she writes, “I heard the words 'It is finished' echo through my heart and mind.”
Dan and Marie were married in May 2007, seven months after the schoolhouse shooting. They now live in the house with Charlie's rosebush, their five children are healthy and happy.
Sipping a cup of coffee in her tidy kitchen last week, Monville said she relishes her return to routine, dropping the kids off at school, grocery shopping. "Normal mom" stuff.
She keeps the letter Charlie left and reads it from time to time, even though some parts leave her feeling shaky. Monville also keeps cartons full of letters sent from strangers around the world. She tries not to dread the arrival of October 2, but still finds her eyes fixed to the clock each year, remembering when Charlie left her work, when he called, the day's devastation.
Monville said she has spent years trying to remove the “the shooter’s wife” label - but in a way, she embraces it now, as long as she gets to tell the rest of the story.
It’s the story of how the milkman’s timid daughter, the murderer’s grieving wife, became of all things a joyful messenger, telling everyone who’d listen about the grace of God’s love.
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I've read a few of the comments on this article, and would like to add another viewpoint. I do not believe that God wanted Charlie to kill the Amish girls that day. Could He have stopped it? Yes. But God gives us free will, or we would be puppets. God wants us to choose to trust Him when things go wrong. But He won't make us. I believe that God wanted Charlie to choose to trust Him with Elise's death. Charlie chose not to, with horrible results. And then Marie had a choice. Would she choose to trust God, that He could bring good out of horror? Or would she go under as well? She chose to trust, even though I'm sure she blamed herself for not seeing the signs that Charlie was in trouble. And the fear that her children would be irreparably damaged by what had happened. And the horror of knowing that 10 little girls had been harmed or killed by her husband. Add to that the grief for her husband, anger at him for his poor choices, fear of trying to provide all her children needed alone. Charlie chose unbelief. Marie chose belief. And God provided another husband. One who has chosen to walk out trust in God in his own struggles. Is 8 months too soon to remarry? Not my call. Or anyone else's who has not walked through the horror that this woman has walked through. As to whether she should write a book and get money for telling her story, I got from the article that she wanted to give hope to people who find themselves in what look like impossible situations; hope that God can bring beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning. I personally don't care what she does with the money. But to tell her story, she sorta had to write a book, and it had to get published, and that takes money. I'm trusting her to use that money in a God-honoring way. She has a history of choosing to honor God, and I think she will with this money. If she doesn't, that doesn't make Him less. Let's give each other grace, and assume good about each other.
Beautifully said. I think you pretty much hit the nail on the head. 🙂
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I'm glad she is happy and doing well..................
You've obviously never experienced a tragedy in this lifetime, because if you had, you'd be full of grace and compassion.
Don't take the time to look into this story if you haven't got the maturity to appreciate anything she has to say and the common decency to respect another's response to deep and profound suffering.
Jesus taught that the poor were virtuous and the rich were morally impaired. He said this again and again. These Conservative Evangelicals think the opposite. That the poor are morally impaired (they use the word "dependent" a lot) and the rich are virtuous. The only way they are Christian is if you put the word "anti" in front of it. You cannot just proclaim some theory about the Government not having a role when you ignore the end result of that. No other developed Nation allows it citizens to go without healthcare. I guess we are exceptional after all.
As an evangelical missionary, I agree with you totally. Our treatment of the poor is a scandal. It is not that being poor is virtuous but that it must call forth from those with means compassion, not contempt. Much of the Christianity we see from the right has nothing to do with Christ and everything to do with their personal comfort, it is a shame and a sham.
This is a vile slander against conservative evangelicals. That group is far more charitable - with their OWN money and time - to the poor, than any other segment of society. Our charity is not visible to the general public because the Bible specifically tells us not to brag about it. But ask the people we help. They know.
Our opposition to government aid is NOT driven by unchristian hostility to the poor. That is slander concocted by socialists who want to shame us into going along with their foolish schemes.
I do not believe that Ezy is an evangelical missionary. S/he doesn't seem to know us at all.
I am sorry that you doubt my faith, I graduated from Columbia Bible College and Trinity Evangelical Divinity School and have served in East Africa starting in 1984. A recent example I see is the push from the right for cutting of food stamps while many wealthy professing Christian individuals receive farm subsidies.(welfare for the rich). As for socialism the church in Acts was not capitalist!
Quite a few people oppose "In God We Trust" where religious people have managed to have it installed. I don't speak for everyone, but what you do in appropriate places or in private does not offend me. Prayer is inappropriate in the public processes of government, like town council meetings. Why? Because it polarizes the participants from the start into those who pray and those who do not.
So if I am the leader at the meetings and I worship the devil you don't mind me starting each meeting off with a little devil worship? Just look the other way right?
I wish you would, that would rock, dude.
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I'm sorry, but it's just more cashing in. I think it's shameful and will not read it. People have lost all sense of decorum these days. Very sad. Why should be parents of those murdered children - or the children who survived - have to see this in the news? People: not everything needs to be made into a public spectacle.
As I see it, this is just another mass-murderer book;
all of the money should go to the victims of the man
whose unthinkable crime brought the notoriety
that gives this book a market.
Agree. Proceeds from the book should go the the victims families.
I disagree. The proceeds from the book should not go to the victims' families. There is no difference in her writing a book about a tragedy than any journalist who chooses to do so. If the perpetrator was the author it would be a different story. Any distribution of proceeds should be her choice alone.
God – representation of humanity through ego. We are the "chosen", "in the image of God"...
Makes no sense...Biblical versions of this being are absolutely arrogant....
Glad I found truth in Siddhartha Guatama...may all beings have peace and happiness...even those coming from humanity's own ego and arrogance...
My goodness. Had he been a girl, his parents probably would have made sure she won a bunch of beauty pageants by that age.
It's all right. Unlike the Jesuits, we don't need to start with a child before the age of 7. Just give them to us when they are ready for higher education.
Why bother trying to get your kid on American Idol or a sitcom when you can force feed him babble verses and teach him to perform like a trained monkey? The money really rolls in when a kid is involved. Tax free, of course.
Very impressive and captivating! Kudos!!!
Captivating? Well, I supposed if you're dangling chicken nuggets in front of a kid's head, I can kind of understand.
Contextual reading Tom, contextual reading! Besides the venom you express makes you seem stupid but I believe you are not. Read it several times before you reply!