Chapter 1: A divine vision of hell
Did you know there is a place in hell reserved especially for those who break the sacred covenant of marriage for reasons that never had God's approval? My name is Miguel Hernandez. I am 42 years old and from Guadalajara, Mexico. What I am about to share with you changed my view of marriage, faithfulness, and eternity forever. It all began in the early hours of March 15th, 2024. At 3:00 a.m. that night, my heart stopped completely due to a massive heart attack.
At the civil hospital, doctors declared me clinically dead for 8 minutes. But, brother, I assure you that those 8 minutes were neither silence nor emptiness. They were the most terrifying and revealing experience of my entire existence. While my wife wept inconsolably by my bedside, and the doctors tried to revive me with electric shocks, my spirit was torn from my body and taken to a place I never imagined I would see, I did not see the heaven I had heard described so often in the sermons of my childhood. Having been the son of pastors, raised amidst hymns and prayers, I was taken to hell.
Not just any corner of hell, but a place destined exclusively for those who broke their marriage vows for reasons that contradict God's word. What remained most deeply etched in my mind were not the screams of pain, though I heard them, but the infinite echo of broken promises, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. Those words repeated endlessly like an eternal mockery amidst the damnation. But the most shocking realization was that I was not there as one of the damned, but as a witness. An angel of the Lord accompanied me, showing me the faces of people who had passed through my congregations, men and women I knew who had broken their marriages and remarried for reasons the Bible does not approve.
I saw spouses who abandoned their homes due to incompatibility, financial struggles, unhappiness, or personality clashes. I saw those who traded their partners for someone younger, more attractive, or more successful. I saw those who justified themselves by saying, "I don't love him anymore," or, "We've changed over the years." And among them, I saw familiar faces. I recognized my uncle Raman who left my aunt Eleno after 25 years of marriage, claiming he needed to rediscover himself.
I saw my cousin Sandra who left her husband because another man made her feel alive again. I even saw fellow church members, people I had counseledled with care during my ministry as a deacon. I had believed they were walking in obedience. Yet there they were, suffering the consequences of decisions the world calls normal, but which heaven calls rebellion. Then the angel spoke to me in a firm voice, "Miguel, marriage is not a human contract.
It is a divine covenant that reflects the union between Christ and his church. When it is broken for reasons God does not permit, ongoing spiritual adultery is committed." In that instant, I understood why I was there. During 20 years of ministry at the Rock of Salvation Christian Church, I had counseledled dozens of couples. But I must confess something that pains me deeply. I was often too lenient.
I condoned separations the Bible never sanctioned. I blessed second marriages, which in the eyes of God were adultery. The angel looked at me solemnly and said, "You have seen what you needed to see. Now you must return and warn your generation. Time is running out and many are walking toward eternal condemnation, believing their marital decisions are merely personal matters. What I witnessed next was so terrifying that I still tremble when I recall it.
But before I tell you that part, I must explain how I reached that point. Because to understand the magnitude of what God showed me, you need to know my full story. And I assure you of one thing, brother. After what I experienced, I will never look at marriage the same way again. And when you hear my entire testimony, neither will you. My story actually began 6
Chapter 2: The collapse of a marriage
months before that night in September 2023. It was a Sunday afternoon. We had just returned from the service and I found my wife Patricia weeping in the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hands. Miguel, she said, her voice breaking. I have to confess something I've kept hidden for 3 years. In that instant, my world fell apart. Patricia and I had been married for 18 years. I had always believed she was the perfect woman, faithful, hardworking, and an exemplary mother to our two children, David, 16, and Anna, 14.
Together, we had built not only a home, but also a ministry. She led the choir, and I served as a deacon. What's wrong, my love? I asked, my heart pounding a mile a minute. She burst into tears and confessed. I've been having an emotional affair with someone else. It started as a friendship at work, but over time it turned into something more. Patricia looked at me with tears in her eyes and confessed, "Miguel, it never became physical, but it did become deeply emotional.
The letter she clutched in her hands was from her boss, Roberto Mendoza, a married 50-year-old man who ran the accounting firm where she worked as a secretary. In that letter, he declared his love for her and asked her to leave her family to start a a new life with him. Patricia, I said, feeling rage and paining me apart inside. How could you do this to us? How could you do this to our children? She lowered her gaze and replied in a broken voice.
I don't know, Miguel. At first, we were just talking. He listened to me in a way you didn't anymore. He made me feel special, valued. You were always busy with the church, with your studies, with counseling other couples. When you came home, you barely spoke to me. Her words struck me like blows to the chest. It was true that I had been devoted to the ministry. It was true that I had neglected our marriage, but nothing justified this.
And what do you plan to do now? I asked, dreading her answer. He is going to divorce his wife, she murmured without looking at me. And and I think we should divorce, too. We haven't been happy for years. Miguel, we live like roommates, not husband and wife. That night, I couldn't sleep a wink. I stayed in the living room reading the Bible and praying, seeking answers. My eyes fell upon Matthew 19:9.
And I say to you, whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality and marries another commits adultery, and whoever marries her who is divorced, adulteress. The word fornication echoed in my mind. Technically, Patricia hadn't committed physical adultery, but she had given her heart to another man. She had betrayed the covenant emotionally. The following weeks were a battlefield for me. I tried to save our marriage with everything I had.
I sought pastoral counseling with my pastor, Brother Julio Ramirez. I proposed that Patricia and I attend marriage counseling together. I begged her to cut off all communication with Roberto and to fight to restore what God had entrusted to us. One afternoon, while preparing dinner, she looked at me and said coldly, "Miguel, I appreciate your effort, but it's too late. I don't feel anything for you anymore.
Roberto has shown me what it means to be truly loved, I replied in desperation. But our vows and our children and God, God wants us to be happy," she retorted without wavering. "And I am not happy with you." "That sentence shattered my soul. I knew it was a lie disguised as truth." The same lie many Christians tell themselves to justify decisions contrary to the word. God did not call us first to be happy by our own standards.
He called us to be holy by his. In November 2023, Patricia filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences, a valid legal ground under Mexican law, but one that provided no biblical basis for remarage before God. It was devastating. Our children were crushed. David, the eldest, stopped attending church and became rebellious. Anna fell into depression and her grades plummeted. The news caused a scandal in the congregation.
Some fellow believers supported me while others questioned my leadership as a deacon. How can you counsel married couples if you couldn't keep your own marriage together? One asked me after the service in December. Pastor Julio called me into his office. Miguel, he said with a grave expression, I think it's best if you take a break from ministry until your family situation is resolved. Pastor, I replied, my voice breaking.
I didn't ask for this divorce. I am fighting for my marriage. I know, brother, he answered, but the congregation is confused. We need time for things to settle down. It was the first Christmas in 20 years that I couldn't serve at the church. I felt abandoned and betrayed, not just by my wife, but by my own faith community. The divorce was finalized in February 2024. Two weeks later, Patricia married Roberto in a civil ceremony.
She didn't even invite our children. I was left alone in the house we had built together, surrounded by memories, battling depression and bitterness. Every night, I wondered if I had done the right thing by refusing to agree to the divorce. Every day, I woke up with the weight of failure on my shoulders. It was during that time of utter loneliness that I began to question everything I believed about marriage and divorce.
I watched as Patricia seemed happy with her new life. While I was consumed by sadness, I started to think that perhaps she was right. Perhaps God did want us to be happy. And perhaps I had been too strict in my biblical interpretation. That doubt began to grow like a cancer in my spirit preparing the way for what God would show me. On March 15th, when my heart stopped and my soul
Chapter 3: Witnessing eternal consequences
was taken to the most terrifying place in the universe, that day at 3:00 a.m., I woke up with a stabbing pain in my chest that radiated to my left arm. It was as if burning pincers were squeezing my heart. My god, I murmured, drenched in a cold sweat. I think I'm having a heart attack. I managed to call emergency services before losing consciousness. Paramedics arrived 12 minutes later, but by then my heart had already stopped beating.
The last thing I heard from my physical body was the paramedics's voice shouting in desperation, "We're losing him. Get the defibrillator ready." And then, "Brothers," the inexplicable happened. I felt my spirit detach from my body as if an invisible mist were wrapping around me and lifting me up. Suddenly, I was floating above the ambulance stretcher. Looking down, I could see the paramedics fighting to bring me back to life.
My pale face, my purple lips. The flatline on the heart monitor. It was my body, but I no longer belong to it. That vision lasted only a few seconds. Then, an indescribable force pulled me into the depths as if a gigantic magnet was sucking me toward the center of the earth. I was descending at breakneck speed. Layers of rock, earth, and fire flashed before my eyes until I reached a place I never believed existed.
Hell, but not the hell from the movies with red demons and trident. No, what I saw was far more complex and far more terrifying. It was a place of order and torment where every sin had its perfectly assigned punishment, a system of divine justice that left no room for error or doubt. I found myself in an immense vestibule, a dark space with no visible boundaries, where corridors stretched out in every direction. The air was thick, heavy, with a sadness so profound it felt tangible.
There were sounds of wailing, not desperate screams, but the constant weeping of souls who had lost all hope. Then I heard a voice behind me, Miguel Hernandez. I turned and a being of light appeared before me. Its presence radiated authority but also peace. He was not the angel of paintings with a gentle face and soft wings. He was majestic, firm, impossible to look upon without trembling. Who are you?
I asked, though deep within my spirit I already knew the answer. I am Gabriel, he replied. I have been sent by the Most High to show you what you need to understand. Your time on earth is not yet over. But before you return, you must see with your own eyes the eternal truths you have forgotten. Why am I here? I asked confused. I have been a Christian since childhood. I served in the church for over 20 years.
The angel looked at me with compassion. You are here as a witness, not as one condemned during your suffering over the divorce. You began to doubt. You thought that perhaps happiness took precedence over obedience, that human love could justify disobedience to the divine. That doubt, Miguel, brought you dangerously close to the edge. His words pierced my soul. It was true. In recent weeks, I had come to think that perhaps Patricia had the right to seek her own happiness, and that perhaps I, too, should rebuild my life.
Come with [clears throat] me, Gabriel said solemnly. I will show you why marriage is non-negotiable to God. We walked down a corridor that seemed endless. The walls were covered with what looked like living screens, each displaying scenes from the lives of different people. This, Gabriel explained, is the place reserved for those who broke the marriage covenant for reasons the Most High does not approve.
Not all divorces lead here. Those abandoned by unbelieving spouses as taught in 1 Corinthians 7 colon 15 comma are free. So too are those who are victims of adultery in accordance with Matthew 19 to9 but those who destroyed their marriage out of selfishness, pride or desire. They are here. We stopped in front of a cell. What I saw paralyzed me. It was my uncle Raman, my father's brother, who had passed away 2 years earlier.
He sat motionless on a chair, staring at a screen that played the day of his wedding to my aunt Elena over and over again. Ramon, I whispered, but he could not hear me. Your uncle, Gabriel said, divorced after 25 years because he no longer loved her. He met a younger woman and believed he deserved to feel alive again. He married her, lived a few years in apparent happiness, and died without regret.
My uncle's torture was not physical. It was spiritual. He was condemned to eternally relive the moment he vowed to love, honor, and cherish until death parted them. His lips endlessly repeated those words, while his soul was consumed by the fact that he had broken them. Marriage, Gabriel explained in a voice like thunder, is not a human institution that can be altered according to emotions or circumstances.
It is a divine covenant. God established it that way from the very beginning. Therefore, a man shall leave his father and his mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. Genesis 2:24. We continued walking and arrived at another cell. There was Donia Carmon, a sister from my church who had died the previous year. She had divorced her husband because he lost his job and fell into depression.
"He is no longer the man I fell in love with," she had said before marrying a wealthy businessman. Her torment was different. She found herself in a luxurious room surrounded by riches she could not touch. Every time she tried to take something, it would vanish in her hands. It was the perfect portrait of a soul that chose the material and the fleeting over the spiritual and the eternal. Is there hope for them, Gabriel?
I asked, my voice breaking. They had opportunities to repent, he replied sadly. But many leaders, even pastors, softened the truth so as not to make them uncomfortable. They told them God would understand that he only wants us to be happy. Yet it is written, "For the Lord, the God of Israel, says that he hates divorce." Malaki 2:16, "In that moment, I understood the magnitude of my error. Not only had I been on the verge of falling into the same trap, but in my ministry, I had counseledled others with too much permissiveness, justifying divorces that God never approved.
Your experience here is no coincidence, Gabriel added. You have been chosen to return and warn others. Time is running out, Miguel. Many are walking toward eternal condemnation, believing their marital decisions are merely personal matters. But the marriage covenant is holy before God, and whoever despises it despises his design. At that instant, everything began to shake. I felt a force pulling me upward again, and the angel's voice resonated like thunder in my mind.
Speak, Miguel. Testify to what you have seen. For what many call love, God calls rebellion. Speak to your generation. The end is drawing near, and many believers are falling under the spell of doctrines that elevate fleeting happiness above eternal obedience. As Gabriel and I made our way through the
Chapter 4: The judgment of church leaders
corridors of hell, we arrived at a place that made my soul run cold, there were no longer individual cells, but rather vast auditoriums packed with people, all transfixed by the same projection, their own weddings playing over and over again. This is the section for religious leaders, Gabriel explained. Here are the pastors, deacons, teachers, and counselors who not only destroyed their own marriages. Without biblical justification, but also led others to do the same. In the first auditorium, I immediately recognized a face that made me shudder.
Pastor Rolo Sanchez, my former mentor, who had died of a heart attack 3 years earlier. I remembered how he had left his wife, claiming God had revealed to him that she was not the right woman for his ministry. He later married a talented, enthusiastic young woman from the choir, convinced that the union was more spiritual. Gabriel continued, "Pastor Sanchez had directly influenced 17 marriages in his congregation, teaching them that God wanted each person to have the right spouse to fulfill their divine purpose. He justified divorce based on ministerial differences, a lack of support, or spiritual incompatibility.
The most heartbreaking sight was seeing those same 17 couples who had followed his advice standing beside him, all sharing the same condemnation. Leader and followers alike trapped in the same doctrinal deception. Miguel Gabriel asked me, "How many people have you counseledled in your 20 years of ministry?" Approximately 300 couples, I replied after a moment's thought. And how many times did you approve a divorce when there were no biblical grounds for it?
My heart sank. Faces and stories came flooding back. Maria and Hose a who separated when he lost his business. I had told them God would understand their situation. Carmen and Alberto who ended their marriage because he suffered from depression and she was seeking personal fulfillment. I had suggested that perhaps they weren't compatible for the kingdom. At least 40 couples. I confessed shamefully.
Gabriel led me to another auditorium. The stood those very 40 couples alongside their new spouses. All of them guilty of adultery according to scripture, having remarried without valid grounds. Do you see Maria Rodriguez? He asked, pointing her out. Yes, I saw her. I remembered how she had come to me. And here's when her husband fell into a depression after losing his job. Instead of urging her to hold the marriage together, I told her that God didn't want to see her suffer.
That perhaps this crisis was a sign her marriage was over. Maria divorced and soon after married the church accountant. Devastated, Jose turned away from the faith and never returned. Two years later, both died in a car accident. Their blood is on your hands, Gabriel said with a gravity that tore atth my soul. Not just Maria's blood, but Jose's and that of the man who had joined himself to a divorced woman without biblical justification.
Then I saw an even more painful vision, my own children, David and Anna. I saw them as adults, repeating the same pattern they had learned from their broken home. At 30, David faced financial struggles and remembered how his mother had found happiness by leaving his father. He reasoned that if she had done it while being a Christian, it must be right. He divorced and remarried. Anna, 28, left her sick husband using the same logic.
God wants me to be happy. Gabriel explained that children of divorced parents are 75% more likely to repeat that cycle. Not only because of the emotional pain, but because they learn that marriage is a disposable contract when circumstances get complicated. But Gabriel, I replied, I didn't ask for the divorce. It was Patricia who left. That's true. He said, she committed emotional adultery and abandonment.
You were the victim, but you failed in your reaction. Instead of strengthening your conviction regarding the sanctity of marriage, you allowed doubt to infect you, you began to justify the divorces of others and to soften biblical truth. His words pierced me. I remembered how in the weeks leading up to my death, I had begun to consider the idea of remarrying, even knowing that Patricia was still alive and that before God, we remained united by covenant. Gabriel continued, "For years you were permissive because you feared appearing insensitive or legalistic.
You sought the world's approval rather than God's." Then he showed me a shocking statistic. In Guadalajara, where I had served, the divorce rate among Christians had risen by 40% in just 5 years. leaders were redefining marriage, justifying separations based on a lack of happiness, emotional incompatibility, or differences regarding ministry. The church, Gabriel concluded, in a grave voice, is adopting the mindset of the world.
They teach that marriage is meant to make you happy, not holy. They preach that if your spouse does not compliment you, God will approve your departure, but they are mistaken. Marriage was designed to sanctify us, not to satisfy our whims. Understand what the world has forgotten the true meaning of marriage. Many are justifying breakups that lead not only to human suffering but to eternal condemnation.
At that moment, I saw something that shattered my spirit. Patricia, my wife, appeared before me. She was still alive on earth. Yet Gabriel allowed me to see her spiritual destiny. Should she die at that very instant, she was alone, confined in a cell, reliving over and over the moment she decided to emotionally betray her husband. Her torment was eternal remorse with no possibility of redemption. There is still hope for Patricia.
Gabriel told me in a solemn voice, "If she renounces her adulterous relationship and seeks to restore her covenant with you, God can forgive her, but she must do it soon. Each day she remains in her sin. Her heart grows harder. And what about Roberto? I asked, referring to the man Patricia had married. Gabriel led me to another cell. There was Roberto, accompanied by the soul of his first wife, the one who had died of cancer 6 months after he abandoned her.
His punishment was to ceaselessly witness the suffering he had caused, to watch her die alone and betrayed while he pursued a fleeting happiness. Roberto Gabriel explained had not only committed adultery by taking up with Patricia but was also responsible for his first wife's spiritual death. She had departed this world full of bitterness, unable to forgive, consumed by pain. Then I understood the magnitude of the disaster that a seemingly personal decision like divorce can unleash. It is not just two people who suffer.
Families, generations, and entire communities are left scarred. That is why Gabriel continued, "God hates divorce, not because he is a legalistic God, but because he knows the eternal consequences of breaking a covenant sealed in his name." As we left that section of hell, Gabriel spoke to me
Chapter 5: The calling to warn the world
with a gravity I will never forget. Now you must understand the cost of this message. He led me to a massive window-like opening that looked out onto the earth. From there, I could see my own body lying on a hospital gurnie, surrounded by doctors fighting to keep me alive. I also saw Patricia weeping beside my children, David and Anna, who were clinging to hope. If you decide to return, Gabriel warned, and fulfill the mission God entrusts to you.
You will face fierce resistance. Modern society, even within the church, does not want to hear that there are eternal consequences for breaking marriage vows. Then he showed me what was to come. I saw pastors cancelling invitations because my message would be considered too severe. I saw friends turn away from me, unable to bear a truth that challenged their own stories. I saw religious leaders trying to silence me, claiming that my pain had turned me into a zealot.
Your own congregation will reject you. added, "Pastor Julio, the very man who asked you to step down from ministry when you divorced will now tell you that you need emotional healing. They will try to invalidate your testimony to avoid confronting their own sin." I watched my circle grow smaller and smaller. Many who had justified their own divorces could not bear to be near someone who had witnessed the spiritual consequences of their actions.
Even my children would struggle to accept my message. Gabriel showed me David, barely 16, shouting at me, "Dad, you were always too harsh. Mom just wanted to be happy. You neglected her with all that ministry work." And I saw 14-year-old Anna weeping inconsolably. If what you say is true, that means mom is going to hell. I can't believe and such a cruel god. Gabriel looked at me with compassion and said, "The highest price will be loneliness, preaching unpopular truths in an age of superficial faith is like walking through a desert.
You will be labeled a Pharisee, a legalist, unfeilling. Some will say you are using your trauma to manipulate." But then he showed me something else. I saw small groups scattered across the globe, men and women praying for a revival in Christian marriages. I saw couples on the brink of divorce, deciding to forgive one another after hearing my story. I saw young people vowing before God to keep their promises, finally grasping the eternal weight of the marriage covenant.
And I heard Gabriel's voice resounding like thunder, who is willing to pray for you. This message is not just for you, but for everyone who understands the urgency of restoring the sacred covenant of marriage. Gabriel took me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. The question is not whether you are willing to suffer for this message, he said, but whether you can bear to see more souls fall into pition, knowing you could have warned them, but remained silent to avoid rejection. In that moment, I faced the most difficult decision of my life.
I saw two paths before me. The first, return to life and remain silent. go back to ministry with a balanced, gentle message that would not make anyone uncomfortable. Live a quiet life, yet bear the weight of knowing that thousands would continue on the path to condemnation. The second, return with the divine mission to warn of the eternal consequences of unbiblical divorce, walk a path of rejection, criticism, and loneliness, yet save marriages and rescue souls from the abyss.
Gabriel looked at me and asked, "Which do you choose? I then recalled the words of the Apostle Paul in 2 Timothy 4:23. Preach the word, be ready in season and out of season, correct, rebuke, and exhort with all patience and doctrine, for the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but will surround themselves with teachers who say what their ears want to hear, and with a trembling soul. I answered, I choose the second path. Gabriel nodded solemnly.
Then prepare yourself, he told me, for your ministry will never be the same. You will not be a popular voice. You will not fill stadiums or sanctuaries with crowds hungry for empty promises. Your message will not be celebrated, it will be met with resistance. Yet, though few accept it, it will be the instrument of salvation that awakens the remnant God is raising up in these last days. Gabriel showed me figures that tore atth my soul.
In Mexico, seven out of 10 Christian marriages that end in divorce do so for reasons the Bible never approves. In the United States, the figure rises to 80%. And across Latin America, entire congregations are justifying separations under pretexts such as emotional violence or spiritual incompatibility. Terms so broad that they encompass everything from simple disagreements to the lack of ministerial support or the selfish pursuit of personal happiness. Your testimony, Gabriel told me solemnly, will be a final warning before the end times.
The institution of marriage is being demolished from within the church, and hardly anyone dares to speak the whole truth. Then he showed me the fruit that would emerge if I heeded that call. Marriages restored from the brink of ruin. Young people taking their vows seriously, couples turning to the word rather than excuses. But he also revealed the cost. Years of solitary ministry, financial hardship, and rejection by churches that would avoid inviting an uncomfortable preacher.
I would be a target of mockery and online attacks, branded as insensitive or a fanatic. The enemy, Gabriel continued, will use your own history of divorce to discredit you. They will say you speak out of bitterness, that you are projecting your pain, and that you lack moral authority because your marriage failed. But remember, your divorce was biblically legitimate. You were a victim of abandonment and adultery.
Your authority does not come from your past, but from the revelation God has given you regarding eternal consequences. In that moment, I made the decision that changed my destiny. I said to Gabriel firmly, "I am willing to pay any price to warn my generation. If I must be rejected, persecuted, or misunderstood, so be it. I cannot remain silent after having seen what I have seen." For the first time, Gabriel smiled.
"Then prepare yourself," he said. You are about to see the final revelation that will forever transform your understanding. He led me toward what
Chapter 6: The book of eternal records
seemed to be the very heart of hell. An immense endless library containing millions of volumes. Each book held the complete story of a human life. The silence was so profound it was painful. This Gabriel explained is the library of eternal records. Here all of humanity's decisions and their consequences beyond time are preserved. There is something God wants you to see. We headed toward a section marked in gold letters.
Broken marriage covenants. Gabriel took a book and handed it to me. On the cover, I read Patricia Elena Morales Hernandez, wife of Miguel Hernandez. Read, he commanded. I opened the book with trembling hands. In the opening pages, I relived our wedding day. October 5th, 2005. At the Roka Salvation Christian Church, I heard our vows again and felt the pure joy of that sacred day. But as I turned the pages, I witnessed the deterioration of our love.
I saw how my ministerial responsibilities began to drive a wedge between Patricia and me. I remembered the nights she at dinner alone while I arrived late from meetings and the anniversaries I forgot because of conferences and evangelistic campaigns. Miguel Gabriel said firmly, "Part of the ruin of your marriage was your fault. Two, although Patricia committed adultery and abandoned you. You neglected your role as a husband."
The pages revealed conversations I had forgotten or ignored. Miguel, "I feel like you don't love me the way you used to," she told me in March 2020. "Of course I love you," I replied distractedly while writing sermons. We need time for ourselves, she pleaded in July 2021. Well plan something soon, I answered. But that soon never came. I feel like the church is more important to you than your family, she told me in December 2022.
Don't exaggerate, Patricia. Everything I do is for God, I replied, failing to understand that I was using ministry as an excuse to hide my neglect. Gabriel continued, "Your mistakes don't justify her sin. She had paths to restoration available to her. She could have sought counsel, confronted you in love, fasted, and prayed, but she chose the path of adultery. Then I saw something that broke my heart, the prayers Patricia had offered up during the early years of our crisis.
She cried out for me, fasted, and sought counsel from women mature in the faith. But when she saw no changes, her heart hardened. The enemy, Gabriel said, used your neglect as a weapon through your coldness. He opened a wound in her soul that someone else came along to fill. And in the final pages of the book, I found a section titled available opportunities.
