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A warning to our readers

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Good afternoon, Bishop!

After reading this message, your transparency made it obvious that you want to open our eyes. Many people do not realize how these warnings are important. These messages are aimed towards the Salvation of souls, and only those who want will listen.

How can someone read an explanation like that one and continue in sin? Only those who are already dead and can no longer see. I say this because I was married to a pastor, who unfortunately was not a man of God.

He received many warnings through your messages, the pastors and bishops of the state we were in, but nothing penetrated his heart. I was troubled because it was so clear that he was acting incorrectly, being unjust with God when it came to his character – because everything he said had a malicious intent, his eyes were no longer pure.

I was married for 11 years. I was only 18 years old when we got married. At that time, I didn’t receive any marital advice. I had only been in Church for a couple of months when I started dating this pastor, and I was just focused on going to the altar. After a year of being converted, we were married and my life became a living hell, though I was a pastor’s wife.

How I wish we had the “Love School” like we do today! But unfortunately, we didn’t even have that many churches in the state, and there was a lack of pastors, so we didn’t get as much love life advice as we do nowadays!

I wanted to write my story so that it can serve as a warning to other pastors’ wives, and those who are preparing to serve God on the altar.

Every wife knows exactly what is going on with their husband, even if they don’t talk very much at home. It is impossible to live with someone and not notice that this person is not spiritually well, unless the wife is already dead too.

Event though he was a pastor, he would often forbid me from participating in Church purposes. During the Israel Challenge, I would sit in the front seats and when I heard him preaching with such conviction, I would go get an envelope, but when we came home, he would question me and be very upset that I grabbed the envelope.

I confess that his attitude often confused me. He forbade me from sacrificing. Each day that passed became more difficult for me to attend his meetings, because he was full of hypocrisy. I was so immature, completely dependent on him, after all, he was my first pastor.

The fact is that I didn’t know what a pastor, a man of God, truly was. At first, even though I was hurt, I would move on. Our marriage was based entirely on his dictatorship. I was not a submissive woman in love, but a woman who was controlled by her husband. What he said was the law. I became very sad, because although he did not treat me like a man of God should treat his wife, he was also very disrespectful during our intimate moments.

When we were among friends, he insisted on calling me fat, ugly and compared me to the other wives. I began to see myself just like he described. Shyness and an inferiority complex completely overcame me. I wouldn’t even raise my head to speak to anyone, I did not have friends – not even in the Work of God.

When I wanted to buy flowers for my home, he forbade me, saying that the bishop was rich, and he was not going to decorate the Church’s houses.

I was not allowed to participate in anything, and when we were transferred to a city in Santa Catarina – Brazil, where it was very cold, he did not get up to open the Church in the morning. I would wake him up, but he just said: “Why open the Church when nobody comes to this meeting?” So I would open the Church and speak to the people who came in, while he was sleeping.

He often spoke ill of the Church’s leadership and was continuously making plans to acquire material things to secure his future. For me, this was like a stab in the back because my intentions were different. I never thought of my own life or my comfort.

I am writing this because I believe that there may be pastors’ wives who are in a similar situation, and who knows, may wake up and take action, and bring their situation to their leaders, and in time save their spouse’s soul.

I did this a few times, and we always received the necessary guidance and care. NO one ever turned their back on us, quite the contrary, we were helped.

However, it was too late. He was spiritually dead. There came a time when he gave birth to the sin of adultery, and when he was discovered, he ran away and only took the clothes on his back. He didn’t even give me an explanation, after 11 years of marriage. I think that he left because of a prayer I did to my God when I realized that he didn’t want anything to do with Him, and that he was just taking up space in the Work by being a deceiver.

I PRAYED TO GOD AND ASKED HIM FOR MY DEATH OR HIS DEATH, BECAUSE IF I CONTINUED LIVING IN THAT SITUATION MY SALVATION WOULD BE AT RISK. I COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

This happened on a Saturday. On Monday, he disappeared from my life. From then on, I was received by the Church, bishops, pastors, who also offered to help him, even though he was no longer a pastor, but he didn’t accept.

I accepted all the help, every opportunity. I remained among the pastors and their wives. This opportunity was like gold to me. It was convenient for me to return to my mother’s house, but I made sure to stay close to my spiritual family, and I don’t regret it, because that is when my life of happiness began.

A few years later, I met a real man of God, who is also a pastor, and today I am here, doing this beautiful Work, happy, because I am loved, respected and my self-esteem way up there. My husband loves the same thing that I do: “SOULS”.

Tell me, could anyone be happier?

So here is my story, very well summarized, but that can somehow serve as a warning to many pastors’ girlfriends and pastors’ wives.

Thank you, Bishop! Thank you so much for all the care that you have with us, the pastors and wives of the Universal Church.

Those who use their intelligence will listen to everything that you have said to us.

Silvia