Can you be a little more specific about the kinds of thoughts you’ve been having towards your lovely child?”Ĭassandra’s eyes began to well with tears as she said, “sexual thoughts, Pastor. Thoughts about … Adriana,” she said as her eyes glanced at her little girl before lowering to the floor.īeginning to fear the worst, I said “I see. What I want to talk to you about is … I keep having these thoughts. Now how can I help you and little Adriana? Do you need help finding a job after your layoff?” “Thank you for agreeing to see me, pastor. The door opened and in walked my appointment with her little one-year old daughter in tow. I had arrived an hour early this morning for a scheduled counseling session, and was the only one in the building until I heard a gentle knock on my office door. As our eyes locked on each other, my mind wandered back to that moment when both of our lives changed forever. “I must…” I stopped in mid-sentence when my eyes focused on her, on the woman with whom I had just sinned, on the woman who opened a door to total depravity for me to walk through. “Brothers and sisters, I have an important announcement to make,” I said with a shaky voice. I then paused, trying to find the right words for a confession of this kind.
When “Amazing Grace” came to an end, the worship leader departed the stage and I took her place at the pulpit. To my shame, I was about to be the one to cause them difficult times. These were people I had counseled, baptized, performed weddings for, and comforted through difficult times. I scanned the audience and saw people I had served for many years. While everyone else sang with tears of worship, I sang with tears of shame. But that was before I had sinfully surrendered to unspeakable depravity in God’s house. Even I had no inkling this would happen when the morning began and I prepared for morning worship as usual. No one knew I was thinking about resigning, not even my wife of fifteen years. Perverted Pedo PastorĪs I stood on the platform singing along to the last worship song of Sunday morning service, I contemplated what I was about to announce to my congregation. Do not do this in real life! Please e-mail me your feedback at: I would love to hear from everyone who was turned on, as well as hearing how I could’ve done better. Contact: Notes: This story is fantasy only.