My wife and I had been married nine years. Some good, mostly bad. Mostly my fault. I hadn’t chosen to live my life as a Christian, let alone a pastor. But there I was, six months into following Christ with an irresistible urge to step into ministry at a church. At this point, my faith had greatly improved my marriage, but I had a secret—one I thought might make me very unpopular with my wife, and maybe my church. I had to tell her about the affairs.