Supportive Love: Michael Fine’s Role in Cassie Ventura’s Journey

So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate. Matthew 19:5 NIV

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate. Mark 10:9 NIV

I admire Cassie Ventura and Michael Fine.

To be clearer, I confess that I do not know anything about them personally beyond what I read of Ms. Ventura’s testimony in the federal trial against Sean “Diddy” Combs; however, based on what I observe of her and her husband, Michael Fine’s relationship, I admire their courage and their commitment to one another.

Ms. Ventura must have reasonably known that giving testimony could likely open up old emotional wounds. However, how could she know that she’d be 8 and a half months pregnant with her third child during her testimony?

Cassie Ventura’s Testimony: A Mother’s Strength and a Husband’s Unwavering Support

Cassie Ventura’s trial testimony has not only shed light on the harrowing experiences she endured when she was with Sean “Diddy” Combs but also highlighted the profound impact of motherhood and the steadfast support of her husband, Michael Fine.

Ventura’s recounting of years of abuse—including physical violence, emotional manipulation and abuse, rape, and coerced sexual acts—has been bold, riveting, and heart-wrenching.

Her decision to testify publicly, a pivotal moment in the case, focuses attention on the pervasive issue of domestic violence which affects all levels of society.

Additionally, in uncovering her and Combs’ relationship, Cassie must have known that she would also expose herself and her present happiness, her husband and her children, to scrutiny.

Amidst this turmoil, it appears that Ventura’s role as a mother has been central to her resilience.

Cassie and Fine share two daughters, Frankie and Sunny. She is also pregnant wit their third child.

Giving testimony while 8 and a half months pregnant is a silent, yet unmistakable corroborative witness to the court and the world, “I have moved on!”

However, how could she be sure that her husband would remain committed to her during this explicit testimony and beyond?

Fine’s unwavering support throughout this ordeal has also been a clear witness both to his personal character and to his love for his wife and family.

Despite the public nature of the trial and the explicit details of Ventura’s testimony, Fine continues to attend, offering both emotional and the practical support of presence.

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His devotion to their family and to advocating for survivors of abuse underscores the importance of solidarity and compassion in the face of adversity.

I believe that this type of strength and security is closely related to the rock solid commitments lovers still make to one another “until death do us part.”

Together, Ventura and Fine exemplify the power of love, resilience, and the pursuit of justice.

Their journey serves as a reminder that especially in the darkest times, the bonds of marriage, family, and friends united in loving allegiance is a uniquely powerful resource.

I used to live with a person with similar courage. My Dad.

In my last post I related that, when my brothers and I were young, my parents were new Christians who left a mainline church for a more vibrant, independent, non-denominational Bible believing church — which, over a short period, became a cult.

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This is not to say that I am calling out independent, non-denominational churches. In general, I am not.

However, regarding the specific church we attended, because it was independent, there was no oversight leadership in place to rein in the theological errors and then heresies which, then, led to physical, financial and sexual abuses of, I suppose, many members. Certainly I was abused.

I endured an instance of public, sexualized shaming in public during a church service when I was about 8 years old.

My mom was, cue the Hamilton soundtrack, “in the room when it happened” but did nothing to stop the abuse or to help me. (Mommy nor any of the adults helped me in attendance helped me.)

I was white hot angry at her for it for many years.

However, my dad was not in the “service.” He had stopped attending.

While I don’t remember when Daddy left that church, I do recall, though, that my parent’s marriage went through a painful period around this time for a long time.

They NEVER had any of their arguments in front of us, but my brothers and I knew that they were struggling.

The word that’s constantly in the air is that this thing or the other is, ‘toxic.’ The atmosphere in our home truly was toxic. My brothers (I think I can safely speak for them) and I HATED going home.

We stayed at every afterschool program, overstayed our welcome in the homes of our friends or out on the playground or hanging out in the neighborhood for as long as possible to avoid going home.

Why? Our home was tense, man.

My Dad left that “church” while Mommy, my brothers and I stayed. Through it all Daddy continued to be our father, kind and loving.

However, it was clear to us that my mom and dad’s relationship was not doing well. Laughter and playfulness left our home for a season.

While my father did not insist that we leave the cult, it was also clear that he wanted us to do so.

I’m not sure what he thought about the cult. We, as a family, never called it that.

It’s only after many years of reflection and counseling that I am, now, calling that “church” a cult.

Perhaps you can better see why my father never insisted that we leave that church. He, instead, found a different one to attend. He began to grow as a Christian. My mom and dad saw life very differently at this time. But they stayed together.

And, as far as I know, he never knew what happened to me at the cult/church. I only know that I never told him.

It appeared that the healing began when my mom and us kids– finally and blessedly — left that “church.”

From all appearances their marriage went on to be better than ever. They remained a couple until my father’ s death in 2001.

What strength, security, does it require to support a whole person through a perilous time? It’s not with the weak!

If this is you, I see and celebrate you intestinal and testicular fortitude!

Standing, especially on the behalf of others in a storm, is not for the coward!

Ahh, but the reward is great, yes? At the end of the trial, Mr. Fine and Ms. Ventura will have another baby to add to their beautiful family.

Without none of the flaws, mistakes and missteps Jesus, the true Son of God, does this for the people He loves. He stands up for us NO MATTER WHAT WE HAVE DONE. Indeed He rescues us:

Galatians 1: 3-5 NIV Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ, who gave himself for our sins to rescue us [emphasis mine] from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

Jesus loves, Jesus defends, Jesus protects. Jesus rescues from sins and gives eternal life. Trust Jesus for your rescue sin..

Cassie is not the only one of us who loved sincerely but not safely. Maybe Cassie Ventura’s life reminds you of your own whether you are a man or a woman. You may be the victim or the victimizer. BOTH need rescue from sin.

I pray that God sends you your “Michael Fine.” When you find him or her hold on and “let no one separate.”