Cry for the Broken

Cry for the Broken This page sill now be a place of support for reputable peoole to share their hurt as former or current victims of leaders in all denominations.

Advocacy for freedom and for God who leads conflict with goal of peace
Moderaters will call out toxicity! CFTB is a Clear Creek Church of Christ ministry that reaches out to addicted prostitutes in the Chattanooga area.

07/30/2024

You’re ruining your ministry! What about your reputation? Your writing lately is damaging you!
This is a common thread I hear mostly from older generations, who I love, respect, and adore.
So I will offer my best, beloved readers, to not defend myself, but to offer some perspective.
First, you should hear the things I don’t say. I’ve prayed for discernment since I first heard the word and I can well distinguish the enemy at work in my life from righteous anger and hurt. Do I handle it like Jesus? Do any of us? We are probably more like David. Mighty and terrible. But still…after God’s own heart.
I would rather be remembered and compared as a human being who is a vessel of God than remembered and compared to Jesus who is within, to whom none are worthy of comparison. Only capable of growth toward imitation waiting for perfection in death while practicing toward it’s inevitability.
In therapy I found that authenticity is my highest value. Authenticity is light and truth. I will hold true to this highest value until God gives me another one. Even if it means shedding light on my own imperfections.
No, it is not me I wish for my readers to look up to. But should they by default, let it be my truth and light. For that’s not me. But Christ in me.
So if it burdens you to see my growth, pray for me. Do not feel sorry for me. Growing pains are real. And we are more alike than different.
Lose my ministry? The one they stole? It’s gone.
But when you are a disciple, EVERYTHING you do is a ministry.
Silly thinkers, I can’t ruin what God calls me to do every day. Gosh I wish I could tell you what I’m doing today. But I can’t. HIPPA.
So now you will hear of some of my adventures outside of work. And you will see my transition out of ministry as a paid job and I will still be practicing ministry always as a way of life.
I am David. I am the Magdelene. I am Paul. I am Catrina. And I am a temple of Christ.
You can be too. And you don’t have to pretend to be perfect to let it shine.
Not here.
Not with me.
And not with God.
We can take it.

07/29/2024

Whatcha doin?
Nothin…
Just reading Revelation 13
Wondering if it’s all
Just a simulation.
I’ve been preparing
For Armageddon
Since 12
In the churches
That went on for hours
Drunk in the Holy Spirit
Laid out on the floor
Women with arthritis
Dancing fervently
With no pain
Spirit words
Trilling on their tongues.
They said then
The guillotines
Were built in Europe
And being shipped
To America
And if I didn’t deny God
They would chop off
My twelve year old head.
They prophecied
Great and terrible things
Sweat pouring from their faces
And I shook too
Like a Quaker
A poser
A pretender
Who wanted to believe
That they believed
Jesus loves me.
An Appalachian woman
Spoke over me
Beside the woman
Who would later cuss me
Speak in tongues
Throw holy water on me
And hit my face
I ran away
Those people
They were crazier than me
And that’s a lot
They said a great dragon
Was wrapped around me tight
They spoke in spells
Made up words
To release
Me
But it would not.
It didn’t work.
I ran a way
And I tossed them aside.
But I kept
The Word.
And now
It seems
All my life
I’ve been preparing
For the end.

07/29/2024

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I look back at pictures like these and I’m just sad for you. Sad that Karen was just wanting to take over like everyone ...
07/28/2024

I look back at pictures like these and I’m just sad for you. Sad that Karen was just wanting to take over like everyone else. Sad that she could be so crass as to kick me, a survivor, when I was already down when my disease flared up. Shame on you Karen. Pretending to be a mother figure just to exalt your own name instead of learning for God’s sake so others would exalt His name.
Turning that other survivor into me didn’t work out so well did it? How dare you re-exploit that survivor with extreme mental health issues that just got out of her program to move in with a man. She should have NEVER come back to Chattanooga. I could have told you that it would have been deadly for her but you never once in your life gave any thought to anything I ever tried to teach you. It will be by the grace of God that you didn’t lead her into a deadly relapse like you almost did me. The elders and Karen never once listened to me. A survivor who actually made it out. Good luck with the girls. They tell me they get what they need and get the hell out of that drop in center now that I’m not there. You will never be me to them. They will never see you fall and get back up because you think you’re too perfect. You, elders of Clear Creek, stole my legacy and eight years of my hard work to hand it to an absolute racist idiot. Good job white elders. Keep driving giant SUVs and owning multiple homes while you throw your scraps to the poor like they are dogs.
These are the last fake pearls I have to throw at swine. Y’all don’t deserve the real ones.

07/26/2024

It’s taken me a long time to write this. I feel like I have let down my donors and my followers. And you deserve to know what happened to all of your donations. The truth is that Clear Creek Church tried to get me to sign an NDA after a mental breakdown from unpaid hours and underpaid service in order to get about 5% of what I built back and I refused.
So they took it all and threatened me with lawyers. I have paperwork and emails to show all of this.
I’m deeply sorry that I did what I did. I was in crisis and did not steward the ending well, though mostly I had to choose between the least of two evils.
My integrity and story were more valuable to me than what they were trying to offer me.
I hear that they are still running the ministry under a different name. And my girls have given me mixed reviews. Still, I am grateful that the door is open for them to benefit from what you all so unselfishly gave.
I deeply regret that it took me so long to write this. But I was justifiably angry for a very long time and was unable to articulate anything without losing it.
If you would like to continue donating, please do at Willowbend Farms, Love’s Arm and Her Song. They are reputable female led and survivor centered agencies that I endorse and approve.
People have said that I should sue this church but I would rather have peace and let God handle it. Out with the old. God save the souls of those who wronged me because I have to believe they knew not what they did. That way I can still feel like I can survive in public. This world is not for the weak.

05/09/2024

Failing often is nothing to be titled a failure for, for fools rarely fail because cowards never try. To be brave we must err often and bravery propels us toward the opposite of failure. Everything I “lost” was not a punishment from God but a promotion from my Father. Because that’s how His love works. — Catrina Cabe

04/20/2024

I visited here
To plant a small tree
That had outgrown a pot
Too little to see.
And you made me promises
That were all lies.
I thought you were sheep
But you were wolves in disguise.
The tree grew in stature.
It’s limbs held great breadth
And I gave it water
Til no tears were left.
You said that you loved me
And you gave me a job
And my life became
A door with no k**b.
I scraped and I struggled.
I buried my dead.
I asked you for help.
You gave me trouble instead.
I pleaded with God
That His burden be easy
And as it got harder
You did less than pleased me.
Still I broke down barriers.
I crashed through the wall
But you were not watching.
You didn’t see it at all.
I was your project
That you did not build.
What He had established
You tried to kill.
So finally I begged
God give me release.
Unchain this calling.
Cure this disease.
And in all the breaking
The pattern was torn.
Though you took everything
A new life was born.
You threatened with lawyers.
You kept all my things.
But I gave it to God
And now my head rings.
Full of confusion
Because I pray for you.
For vengeance is His
And love is not rude.
I’ve paid my dues
And I’ve made my mistakes
But I look at you
And my heart just breaks.
You never looked past
Who I used to be
So you couldn’t see
What God was doing in me.
So take all the money
Take all the supplies
It’s not like you need it
But it’s no surprise
For it’s your heart that’s broken
Albeit mine black and blue
I’d still rather be me
I will never be you.

I saw her at the meeting and she asked me for a ride up the street. I asked her if she was hungry. She was. We grabbed s...
02/25/2024

I saw her at the meeting and she asked me for a ride up the street. I asked her if she was hungry. She was. We grabbed some burgers out of a long line and we prayed together while we waited. After we were done praying, she kept holding onto my hand, not letting go until we paid for our food. She cried as she told me she was clean from drugs but couldn’t stop drinking because she was so sick without it. She explained that she went to bed in her tent each night with a beer for the morning so she didn’t get the shakes. She talked about how much she missed me at the center and that it just wasn’t the same without me there. That was bittersweet for me because I have moved on from that part of my life and while I miss it, I do not miss the trauma that came with it. Pray that my girls can open up to the people running that place now. They have good intentions. And my babies need all the love they can get. It’s rare that I have these opportunities today but when I do I will share them here. Because I know you will pray for them when I do.

10/24/2023

In addition to our Amazon list previously posted, we need Food City gift cards. We take sandwiches and bananas on each outreach. McDonald’s and Little Caesar’s gift cards make a great donation as well. The team we are partnered with has such a huge reach and together, we can work to abolish the poverty that leads to sexual exploitation.
Please send gift cards to :

Bridge City Community
ATTN: Catrina Cabe (CFTB)
3300 Brannon Ave
Chattanooga Tn 37407

Do you believe God restores?
I do!!!!!

This is what we need to restart. Picking up donations is a bit tricky right now but if you want to donate these things I...
10/24/2023

This is what we need to restart. Picking up donations is a bit tricky right now but if you want to donate these things I can tell you where to bring them in Chattanooga or Harrison. Thank you in advance. God wants this thing to keep going. I’m here for it! I was afraid to start over but fear does not come from God!

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Chattanooga, TN
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