Jenni Botswana and Ezekiel sat right behind Manny Fredricksen, the Presidential appointee for Czar of the newly created Department of Equality. Fredricksen and his male partner, like many other politically powerful homosexuals, attended St. James Episco-contemplative Church.
Jenni took out her notebook and began to write.
Reverend Linda Billings and her wife, the Reverend Jill Schwarzkopf Billings [1], stood on the podium, resplendent in their white, flowing robes and pink priest collars. Reverend Linda, a short, stout woman with a direct, friendly manner, said, “Welcome, all. Welcome to St. James, where love is all, the christ-spirit is all that is, and the christ-spirit is truly in all of us. Amen?”
“Amen!” answered the 5,000 members of the congregation.
Jenni knew they were correct about one thing–through their anti-biblical meditation, that christ-spirit was in them, all right. They’d given themselves over to this demonic deception, and had gathered others to it in turn. This included many homeless people enticed into entering St. James during the last few months.
Jenni was grieved to see that Gregory Gooberooni [2], the homeless alcoholic she had rescued from these trance-religionists, was back with them. He had not simply returned, but was now clothed in one of the pink and white robes of the acolytes.*
Jenni sighed. Ezekiel’s eyes were closed. The skinny Ethiopian had been praying ever since they’d entered the vast, gloomy sanctuary.
Notes:
1. Why Linda Billings hates Jenni Botswana: READ
2. Jenni and Gooberooni the wino: READ
PREVIOUS TO WHAT YOU JUST READ: Jenni and Ezekiel outside the meditation chamber: READ
Jenni and The Elijah Diet: READ
*Dictionary definition of “Acolyte”: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/acolyte
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