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.

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