Bishop,

It is with much regret that I am writing to you.

About 4 months ago, I logged on to the Universal Community webpage and met someone who was supposed to be an assistant, someone who seemed to be very spiritual and mature. He was a former pastor of the Church.

He claimed to have left the Work of God because of his ex-wife, who was no longer interested in serving on the Altar.

Initially, I thought about keeping him only as a friend, but he insisted on getting closer, and one day he met up with me outside my college. Then, we arranged other dates at the mall, until we started liking each other and officially started going out. He even had the courage to come to my Church and introduce himself to my pastor as an assistant, so that we could receive his “blessing,” but this progress led to my curse.

Because I’m always on the go, I neglected to visit his family and meet his pastor. I was always busy with college, my internship and my job.

Within two months of dating, he proposed the following:

“Do you love me? Prove it!”

Then, he said:

“When are we going to spend the night together? Why wait for marriage? It’s silly and unnecessary… “.

I was scared because I had never dated anyone like this, much less an assistant who proved to be so “spiritual”. I quickly refused. I thought he acted like that because he had already been married, but even though he knew my family, my friends and my story, he continued trying.

Until one day I was unable to resist and he took the most valuable thing I had saved for so many years: my innocence.

He said he was sure of what he wanted from me and that is how we came to that point.

Other than that, he extorted a considerable amount of money form me, although it’s less relevant because one of my cousins was able to get it back from him.

My spiritual life declined within one month.

I carried that dream for years: of being with someone that would lift me up spiritually. But I saw my dream fall apart in months.

In the third month, I was already far from God because of the relationship. I found out that he had reactivated his Facebook and the Universal Community accounts and was lying to another assistant, the same way he did to me at first.

I made a “fake” profile to gather some evidence and spoke to the other assistant. Because I was suspicious, the week before, I gave him the opportunity to tell me the whole truth. He continued with his cynicism. I immediately went to the Church he attended and spoke with his pastor. He informed me that he was not an assistant and that he didn’t leave the altar because of his wife.

At that moment, I felt wronged and the most wretched of all women!

I was completely disoriented as I left the Church. I paid a high price for my sin and for believing in a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That same night, my heart was filled with anger and hatred, which until now I haven’t been able to get rid of. I need strength to get up again.

I ended the relationship without even talking to that fake or looking in his face!

How could I have been so naive and let the devil take away the most precious thing I owned?

Bishop, please do not let this man, with psychopathic traits, harm any more women of God.

A week after I broke up with him, his profile was no longer active in the Community, because I warned some of the site moderators. However, his profile remains active on Facebook.

I’m afraid that he harms other women of God.

I was introduced to human evil in the most sordid way. The hatred inside me is inevitable! If I did not have the fear of God, I would have accepted offers from people who promised to banish him from the face of this earth.

Today, my biggest struggle is to prevent this pain from becoming a permanent hatred.

I desperately pray that you do not let this guy destroy anyone else’s life.

He spoke about going back to the Altar, but I have been informed that he is no longer attending the neighborhood church; he is now going to the Cenacle in Rio de Janeiro.

If you would like, I ask that my story be published in your blog, but do not mention his name because I want to remain anonymous due to the dimension of shame, pain and embarrassment.

Thankfully,

M.