During my senior year of college, I mentored a freshman in my campus fellowship. We met in the lounge of her dorm every week to talk about life and a book we were reading together, and during one of these meetings, she told me that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to have children.
Slightly horrified, I said to her, “Can you think of a single godly marriage in the Bible that didn’t result in offspring?”
That effectively ended the conversation.
Eight years later, this young woman — still a dear friend of mine — reminded me of this exchange over sushi at a restaurant near LAX, where she was passing through on business. My eyes widened with horror as the memory, so long dormant, replayed in my mind.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say in the moment.
Reflecting on this conversation later, I realized that I had a lot to apologize for.