The Price of BetrayalEN

Since I converted to the Gospel and became a dedicated Christian, passionate about the art of speaking about the love of Christ and seeing people bending their knees before the altar, crying out for the infinite mercy of God so that through it they could have their sins forgiven, their transformed lives and in this way reached the chance for a new beginning that I sought in every way to be prepared to exercise my pastoral ministry.I studied hard, conquered the highest theological level and did my best to one day be among the most praiseworthy preachers of my time. At thirty-three years of age I had the privilege of marrying a teenager of only seventeen, because of my high knowledge in the Holy Scriptures I was placed as leader of one of the most important churches of the State Convention of the Assemblies of God, I became sovereign over others that like me were looking for prominence.However, the pride of my greatness caused my spiritual eyes to be blinded, giving wa

It was a Saturday morning, when I could hear the unmistakable voice of my pastor, leader of one of the most acclaimed Pentecostal groups in the neighborhood where he lived, calling me out loud. As soon as I noticed his presence and the hurried way in which he invited me to meet him, I was able to deduce immediately what it was about before I even heard the details of his visit.— The peace of the Lord Jesus, my beloved brother, I bring you news about that subject that we discussed a few days ago!— Peace in Christ, beloved pastor! Please come in, let's have a coffee— Ah, yes, very good, I really am a big lover of a very hot caffeine!— Peace, Pastor Miguel, I will prepare a fresh coffee for you!— Peace, Sister Lourdes, pleased to see you again. And the children, how are they?— They are great, pastor, take the opportunity to play a little in the yard— That's good. But I want to go ahead wit

After that brief conversation between me and Lourdes everything was consummated according to the Lord's plans so that later on, ahead, I could respect him with Sovereign about my life and everything in the Universe that through his infinite will and power he createdDifferently from Lourdes my mistress acted differently when she learned of the promotion I had received from my superiors, of course she pretended to care about my happiness and jumped in joy before me, a behavior that made me very happy and increasingly impressed attitudes, it definitely took me to the height of thinking about having you as a wife.Two weeks later, we were sent to the new congregation where we began to assume full responsibility as the larger leaders of the local church, administering the works, conducting services and managing the other leaders of the departments. We were initially welcomed by the evangelical community and during the first few months we were very successful in everything we propo

The problem seemed to have been solved, everything indicated that we would be free of any suspicion from there, however, Lourdes was not an easy woman to convince and would continue to investigate that story tirelessly. Spending a few weeks in which we were quiet and without maintaining any physical contact in order to comply with Miguel's request not to allow any further rumors about us, we decided to take a risk and set up a meeting, as we were dead inside so much longing for each other. , our bodies burned with desire.In reality, there was a difference in our relationship compared to what I experienced with Nilce, because Keila and I fell in love. What at first was nothing more than carnal desire had now turned into a strong passion filled with very lust and an almost uncontrollable lust. despite the serious risks surrounding our forbidden love affair, we go out regularly, every week, but, taking care not to make the same mistake as before.Our meetings were always

But, after a long time chained by the power of darkness, the Lord God of the whole Universe took pity on our situation and decided to intervene on our behalf, to heal spiritual wounds, to stop our pains, to hold our hands, to put us back on our feet, strengthening our injured and tired knees. A certain man who while serving in my pastorate served me as a deacon of the church visited my home on a Sunday afternoon, bringing hope to all of us. He was sent by the Most High, but at first I was reluctant to receive him, however I was convinced by my children to listen to what he had to say.— Good evening, my beloved brother, allow me to address you a word from God— You can talk, but be brief in your words— Yes, dear brother, I will be. I am here because I received a mission from the Lord to bring you an invitation, through which your spiritual life and that of your family will be reestablished. Of course, this will only happen if the brother accep

A week later, on a beautiful and warm Sunday night, my family and I entered together and with our heads held high in that temple crowded with people who were waiting for our arrival. At first we were introduced to the church and I was invited to sit in the pulpit together with Walter Borges and the other pastors present there. I was given the rich opportunity to be the official speaker and I took the opportunity to talk to listeners about the story of the prodigal son back home. Some of those who listened to me knew my disastrous trajectory as a minister of the Gospel, but they could say nothing against my conduct in the past or about Lourdes because they were in the same boat as us. It turns out that that church was almost entirely made up of people who stumbled into the Christian life, we were called rebels because we left the old field of action for a newcomer, however, if we went there it is because we fell in faith and abandoned us. From where I was standing I c