My Tragic Love Story, La Strada Style

We’re all young and dumb at some point in our lives, right? I was. I left home when I was 17, after graduating high school, convinced that I should join a traveling ministry group.

We’re all young and dumb at some point in our lives, right? I was. This is the beginning of a tragic love story.

I left home when I was 17, after graduating high school, convinced that I should join a traveling ministry group. I was recruited into Master’s Commission which was housed out of a megachurch called Phoenix First Assembly of God. After I joined, I became like Gelsomina and the pastor I worked for was like Zampano. As the famous Fellini movie La Strada had a tragic ending, so my story would also have a sad ending.

During my last year in Master’s Commission, I fell in love with a man that I can only call a Tool:  “someone who tries too hard to act cool, a poser” (as defined by urbandictionary.com). This guy, who we’ll call Tool, had convinced me that he was in love with me and proposed to me over the phone. It was the beginning of the tragic love story and here begins my story…

2 thoughts on “My Tragic Love Story, La Strada Style”

  1. I would just like to say how proud I am to be the first to comment. Great stories, great site, great mission. I pray that God uses you and your efforts to bring real and meaningful healing to people who have been used, damaged, and tossed aside.

    That, and it’s always fun to poke at people who are so tightly wound. 🙂

    1. Thanks for the comment, John!
      And yes, it is always fun to poke at people who are so tightly wound. 🙂

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