What’s Good for the Goose . . .
So, in continuing my occasional series on religious insanity, which I am thinking, is going to turn into a book, I want to offer this true story related to me by a friend a few years back.
Upon finding herself in the family way, a young woman went to the leader of an organization in a church that fiercely opposes abortion, and informed him that one of his confreres was responsible for her delicate condition.
The leader nodded grimly, wrote some numbers on a piece of paper, handed it to her and said: “Call this number, and it will all go away.”
“Call this number, make an appointment, and it will all go away.”
“I mean: it will all go away. Now go.”
“What if I don’t. What if I—“
“You don’t want to go there. Trust me.”
“But I thought the church was against—“
“Call the number, and it will all go away. Do you hear me?”
And she did.
But not in peace.