Fam, today, I am endeavoring to be whole. I’m embracing the truth and removing the leverage the enemy of my soul has used liberally against me. (John 10:10a) Thank you, in advance, for your support, comments, love, and your prayers.
Yes, we may have Jesus as Lord. (Romans 10:9-10) We have a heritage and a promise. Still we must denounce harmful behaviors…frequently confess…..often repent, and fight for what’s been given us. Every day, that same enemy wages war against us to kill, steal, and destroy, so we must stand. (John 10:10a, Ephesians 6) So, with that being said, and in the spirit of transparency which Mirror Time strives for, I’d like to share a story of my failure for your edification and my spiritual growth.
I was living on Staten Island in a townhome with my two best friends and business partners. Barely legal but singing, songwriting, producing, trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Pandering in living rooms and studios of the some of the biggest names in music ever! We were consummate hustlers! We hustled everyone, even each other. We didn’t know when to pause. The line was blurred. It was as normal to us as breathing was.
I met this young woman during a ride to an appointment via the Staten Island ferry. She was with her two little sisters. I approached and they were fully hanging off every word I said. I knew I had their full attention. There was something different about her. I didn’t know what but we connected and starting calling each other. I didn’t have any expectations because I had trust and commitment issues. I was just talking and having fun and being young.
I learned she had three children from a prior relationship, and was from a very religious family, in a Christian denomination, Apostolic Pentecostal, I think. Their women wouldn’t cut their hair and wore small doilies on their heads. They wore long dresses too. She wore the same attire that first day on the ferry as well but I walked past multiple scantily clad women just to talk to her.
Within a few weeks of phone discussions, I had met her parents at her insistence and they treated me as I expected. They looked at me like I was a stray their daughter brought home. They grilled me about everything, including if I had any outside kids, then they would glance at their daughter. Dang! They could’ve, at least, told me about Jesus. LOL. That was the only “date” we went on besides a few ferry rides to the city to walk around and maybe get a bite to eat. We talked on the phone for hours at a time and began a physical relationship for several weeks. On a non-rehearsal day, I got a phone call from her. She told me she felt really sick and told me she was pregnant. I didn’t have any evidence but I accepted it.
Should I marry her and have an instant family of six? Was I raising this child Apostolic Pentecostal or Episcopal? Would I be able to live with in-laws that loathed me? Was I going to be ready to be a father when I was just barely legal a year or two ago and didn’t know what a father looked like? How could I support them with no degree and no full time job? I was on a roller coaster and I hate roller coasters. My friends offered advice and opinions as to what I should do but they didn’t want to lose their chance at a music career. I didn’t want to disappoint them if I was being honest. The dignity of regular work was respectable but I couldn’t afford to back out of everyone else’s dream.
The silence on the phone was deafening. I needed to answer but I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t want her to have an abortion but I didn’t tell her that. I didn’t know if I wanted her to keep the baby because I didn’t have a father or a father figure and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t screw up another life but I didn’t tell her that either. I didn’t know what I wanted so I did the most cowardly thing I have ever done in my life. I let her figure it out. I didn’t tell her what to do or what not to do. I was Switzerland in this romantic tale. I told her whatever you decide, I’m ok with it. She expressed that she would do anything for me and that she was in love with me. Those words feel empowering in some settings but that day, it was an albatross!
We hung up and I agonized over what to say. I was depressed and anxious. I couldn’t write any songs. I couldn’t even hum a melody and I couldn’t eat. My friends had definitive views but I struggled. I couldn’t sleep and for about a week, we didn’t communicate at all. (That was a lifetime for us and a huge mistake.) I was wracked with shame and decided I was going to call her. How could I explain this to my mother? I was determined to man up even if it displeased others and short circuited my goals. I knew what I was going to say. I wanted to keep our baby and continue our relationship. I wasn’t promising marriage or a home for all of her children but I was open to the idea if that was the right thing. I called her and left her a voicemail telling her not to make any decisions until we talked later. I had a busy schedule that morning so I was going to call again that evening. Before evening could come, I got another phone call from her. Good! She must’ve gotten my message. I was relieved. Yusef is going to have a baby! Wow. Then the showstopper. The mega-neutron bomb. The gut-punch!
Before I can say anything, she uttered three simple and seemingly harmless words but every syllable drew the life out of me and I thought I was having a heart attack. I felt faint and my body went limp at the sound of her voice. I could barely stand. She was elated and excited when she said it. No, the three words weren’t “I love you!” She’s said those to me before.
“I DID IT!”
My hands started to tremble and my eyes welled up with water. I started to stammer, choking on my saliva. It was several minutes before I could speak.
“Baby? Are you there?”, she said meekly.
“What did you do?”, I asked as my knees slightly buckled and I leaned my head against the window, barely strong enough to hold onto the corded phone in my hand. I didn’t want to hear the answer. I knew she wasn’t talking about getting her hair done.
“I got the abortion.”, she slowly muttered.
I think I went into a fugue state because all I could hear was silence even though she was explaining that she made an appointment to have the abortion and it was completed yesterday. It was in the early afternoon but I swear everything went dark. I might as well have been in a black hole. I couldn’t see any light for miles. I was a cocktail of anger, rage, guilt, and remorse. I let out a prolonged scream that was so loud that my insides shook. I thought my brain was going to shut down. I could hear the feet of my friends racing to my closed bedroom door, knocking and calling out to me. I screamed and wailed in a way I never have before. I fell to my knees and dropped my head against my window pane. Within seconds, she began to scream and cry on the other line. I don’t know what she was saying but I could hear the word “sorry” here and there.
“Why, why?” I moaned. “Why, why?”
My mind was everywhere. If I was mature enough to decide in the beginning……if she told me she made an appointment…….called me before the procedure……maybe I could have, would have, might have……What if we took the time to talk about it…..??????
I don’t know how much time past on that phone call but I spent 15, 30 minutes sobbing and dry heaving. I felt like I did something really wrong. I felt so wicked and dirty. I never saw a sonogram or a pregnancy test but I felt like a murderer. I thought I didn’t deserve happiness and I would always live this uncommitted, unfulfilled life and rightly so. I hated my face in the mirror. I lost the energy to live out my dream. I had no expectations. I was a zombie in the horror movie of my life: already dead and it was the best and worst it could be. She apologized profusely and I did the same but I never blamed her. I put it all on myself. We were able to forgive each other but I knew it. We were over. I broke her heart and maybe did more damage than that to her mind. It took decades to get free of the carnage I unleashed on myself. I couldn’t trust again. I couldn’t let myself be committed.
I was starting to hear voices. Sounds of children laughing and playing and calling me “Da-Da”. I was tormented by my guilt and shame. Was it a little boy with dimples and freckles? Was it a little girl with bright brown eyes and a big smile who would love to sing? Was I having twins? Triplets? I’ll never know now. I was co-conspirator in an undertaking I was wholly unprepared for the consequences of. As tears roll down my face and my eyesight is blurried by tears, I tell you today that life is precious. These are the kind of life-changing situations that can change you in unfathomable ways. They leave a mark. They scar. But you can recover. You can be healed.
I am so sorry. I wish I could apologize to her more than I already have. If I knew this would have been, I would kept walking past her on that ride to the city. There were plenty of warning signs that said our relationship wouldn’t last. It’s not like they were hidden. I regret wounding someone because of my selfishness. I regret that this was the legacy I left behind. An empty crib. A teddy bear that will never be snuggled. A bottle that will not be filled with milk. A cry that won’t be responded to by a loving parent. A heart that won’t beat against mines. A little me that will never be.
I don’t know what you are dealing with today but whatever it is that comes in those fleeting thoughts that you just try to ignore, take those thoughts captive. Don’t allow them to take residence in your head and cause you to forfeit your bright tomorrow. We have all sinned and come short of the glory of God (Rom 3:23) but we are being offered life and life more abundantly (John 10:10b). I confess my sin right now in the name of Jesus Christ! I accept His gift today! I choose to live today for the Gift-giver! I want to be made whole!