“Lord how could you let me do that? Why didn’t you stop me? Now I’m in trouble again.”
I watched the students walk past the office. Some shook their heads, others were amused that I was once again in the hot seat.
Ah, here comes my friend Jimmy. I watched his long legs stroll quickly my way. He stopped and gave me the thumbs up. I sighed. What a relief! Not everyone thought I was a religious kook.
I glanced down at my watch again then mistakenly looked at the secretary who was staring at me over her thick black glasses. Her phone rang. She picked it up. “Yes, I’ll let Ms. Jones know her ride is waiting.” She turned to me. “Ms. Jones …”
I held up my hand. “Thank you Ms. Blighter.” I stood up slowly, dreading the conversation that was about to take place. I can’t believe how easy it was to get in trouble defending what you believed in.
Momma said as a Christian I would be challenged so I’d better know the word. I just never thought defending my beliefs would get me into so much trouble.
I walked to the car muttering. “Lord I really don’t want to hear this right now.” I slid into the seat.
“What happened this time honey?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumbled.
“Well, you’d better talk about it. What is this three times within a month?”
I pouted. “I tried to do like you said but I couldn’t just sit there and let him diss my girl like that. You don’t know how hard it is to sit there and listen to him try to teach on bible history.”
“Diss your girl? Who was it this time?”
I got angry all over again. “He dissed, uh insulted Mary Magdalene.”
“Why are you defending those women? Never mind. Don’t answer that. What’s got you all fired up this time?”
“Him! Last week he said Jesus’ mother only cleaned up and wasn’t active in Jesus’ ministry.”
“Yeah! I’m sure you set him straight. Before that it was…”
“Mary, Lazarus’ sister. He said she was lazy and avoided work because she was mooning over Jesus, but today, that man…”
“Has a name, be nice.”
“Mr. Hubert then, should not be allowed to teach bible history. I bet he steals all his information from the History Channel. What’s he got against women named Mary anyway?”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I closed my eyes and saw Mr. Hubert’s bald-head that day glistening with sweat as he expounded on the so call documentation regarding Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s child. What nonsense! First he called her a prostitute then he said she and Jesus got married and had a daughter. He not only insulted Mary but my Lord as well.
“Honey, come on… tell me what happened.”
I contemplated then shook my head. Three times I had been kicked out for disagreeing with Mr. Hubert’s ludicrous theories.
“Alright have it your way but I’m very disappointed and this is the last time I’m going to leave work to pick you up. You’d better pray and ask God to help you hold your tongue. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you.”
“My goodness Kayla if I had known you would be picking fights with the professors, I would never have agreed to you taking this class.”
“But you don’t understand, that man insulted…”
My husband’s kind and compassionate eyes gave me a stern look. “I’m not finished yet. Here you are thirty-five years old acting like our children. What if I told them tonight that momma got kicked out of class for the third time this month for arguing with her teacher?”
I hung my head. He was right. Next he was going to tell me I would have to apologize to old Mr. Hubert. Well Lord I’m not going to do it.
As if reading my thoughts Jacoby said, “and you will apologize next week.”
He leaned over and kissed me. “That’s my girl. Now, this is the last time we will have this conversation right? You will not defend any more of your girls, no matter how many Hubert diss right?”
“How can I agree to that Jacoby?”
In the tone he uses with our children. “You will agree and that’s that.”
I folded my arms and fumed. This was going to be a long semester.