A 16-year old girl enters a church in tears. “Please father, help me”
“What is it my child?”
“Father, I need your help. I’m pregnant.”
The priest sighed. “I understand my child. You have sinned but you are not the first, nor the last. Our Lord is all-forgiving and I’m here to help you through this. But first I need to understand how it happened.”
“I don’t know Father. I have not sinned; it just happened.”
The priest raised his eyebrows, concerned. “What you mean my child? Who is the father?”
“There is no father; I never been close to a man in my entire life.”
“Did something unusual happen? Is a family member pressuring you? Or do you remember passing out at party after a stranger offered you a drink?”
“Nothing of the sort Father; I’m a shy girl who doesn’t party and I spend most of my days at home.”
“Look. I cannot help you if you do not tell me the truth. If you are not honest with me, I may have to report this to the police.” replied the priest, mildly annoyed.
The girl dropped her defeated eyes to the ground. “I knew it wouldn’t work. I should have listened to my friend”.
The priest smiled, saddened. “I understand how difficult this is, my child. But I promise everything is going to be alright. So what did your friend say?”
“She warned me that the last time a girl managed to pull this one off with a priest, she had to create an entire new religion to cover it up.”
