“Juju, don’t judge me.”
It was at this moment that I knew I was about to judge her. I’ve been working on my Christian journey. No matter how many times I try to get right with the Lord, my friends won’t let me be great.
“Lena, what did you do?” I asked.
I thought she finally found out about her husband cheating on her on the guy’s cruise but nope, that conversation would have been too easy.
“Juju, promise you will keep this a secret.” She begged. “You can’t even tell Morgan.”
“I haven’t told you your husband is cheating on you” I thought to myself. “Clearly I know a thing or two about secrets.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Working on my first sermon for next weekend.” I said.
Lena and her husband are both pastors and have taken me on in ministry so that I too could preach. I’ve always attended their church so it seemed like the logical choice to minister there as well. I knew after this conversation that I was going to regret my decision.
“I’m pregnant with twins.” She said.
“Congrats on baby #5 and #6.” I said dryly. “Does no one use protection anymore?” I thought. “I know she isn’t about to tell me-“
Before I could finish my thought, she blurted out “They aren’t Carlos’ babies. I’ve been having an affair.”
It was at this moment I started to wonder why me and my husband couldn’t push through our marriage. We had problems but not like this. Then again, it’s not a contest. I’m happy I kicked him to the curb.
“So you need me to go to the doctor with you?” I asked.
I knew this call was going somewhere but I wasn’t sure where.
“I don’t believe in abortion, I am keeping them.” She said. “They have already been knitted in my womb and formed in my body. They are supposed to be here.”
My jaw dropped. “Did she just quote Psalms? I need new friends.” I thought.
“He’s my husband. He’s not going anywhere and neither am I. I will not live in a divided house. Once he signs the birth certificate, they are his.” She said.
“A divided house? Now she’s quoting the Book of Matthew?” I thought. “Church will never be the same again.”
In our group, I am the trustworthy friend. I can hold water like a well and no one would dare accuse me of being a simple babbler. We were scandalous in our twenties but I thought we were past that. I could write a book about all my friends and their escapades, and mine’s. I guess I decided to start a blog instead because I needed someone to talk to and I am sure God quit listening long ago.
“So who is the father?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” She said. “I am calling you for support and I want you to be the Godmother.”
I’m the Godmother of all of Lena’s children but I felt like there was no God in this situation. “Why me?” I thought.
There must have been some divine reason she trusted me with this secret. She has four sisters yet she was on the phone with me sounding like she lost her way.
“Ray is the dad” she admitted.
“Ray who?” I asked. I knew she wasn’t talking about her sister’s husband. She couldn’t be.
“My sister’s husband.” She said.
“How did this happen?” I asked. “I would never tell a woman to get an abortion but-“
She broke down and started crying. “Don’t judge me” she sobbed.
“King Herod messed with his brother’s wife in the Bible. “ I said. “It happens.”
I didn’t know what else to say.