Bishop, I fell away from the faith and the house of God about 10 years ago, but now I’m back. I’m different now, I am not here to please this person or that person, but to please the One True Lord.

During these past couple of years, I did many things wrong. Everything you can imagine and then some. Things that are not even worth mentioning.

But what brought me back here was something similar to what you preached last Sunday.

I was sad, discouraged, had several problems. Then, one day, I unintentionally turned to a certain radio station and began listening. From that day on, I started joining them in their noon and midnight prayers. I decided to look for this church, which was called “Church of the Kingdom of Heaven,” and the missionary’s name was Adelino de Carvalho.

I decided to go there on a weekday and there were no meetings, so I spoke to the missionary in charge. He told me to come on the following Sunday and begin a thirteen day chain of prayer for my deliverance.

So, I did.

When I arrived at the meeting, I noticed something very strange about people who were there, especially the faces of the “keepers”. They are not supposed to demonstrate happiness; they walk hunched over and their life did not match what is expected of a true child of God.

Honestly, it looked like a madhouse.

I felt like they were the ones that needed the most help, not me.

Rituals and more rituals, it was ridiculous!

Of all the things I’ve done in life, submitting myself to that was the most embarrassing of them all.

After the meeting, they handed me a candle with the image of a cross on it, and explained that I had to place it on an unused white saucer and allow it to burn down to the level where the cross began, and bring it back to receive a revelation.

All this happened during Carnival (a worldly feast). I went days without sleep. All I did was cry. I left there feeling like I was carrying a ton of bricks on my back.

During the bus ride back, I could not see anything, I was still very shaken up by what I had just experienced. I just cried.

So after so much pain, I decided to bring the candle to a pastor of the Universal Church. I explained what had happened. He broke the candle, said a prayer, counseled me and helped me a lot. He told me that this place was not really of God, and that this church was actually part of a diabolical sect.

This church grew because it reached many people through its radio programming. I would love to be able to help through my experience, so that other people will not be deceived or fall into the trap of these churches.

I am still in the process of deliverance, but I feel God’s hand upon me.

When I am in the Universal Church, I feel good, I feel at peace. I’m well now. I feel that God is with me every day, working within me, within my being, in my home and in my life, because I came to seek him with all my strength, with all my heart.

Adriana