Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

98 :: JOHN R. MABRY
I think of uptight assholes trying to hijack American politics.”
“Yeah, so do we, actually. It’s kind of a shame.”
“So why be Christian?”
Susan squeezed out her teabag and set it down on the
table, her face taut with careful consideration. “Okay, you’re
Wiccan, right?”
“Yeah. Although I mostly work with a Yoruban pantheon
right now.”
“Okay. Well, know any asshole Wiccans?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Susan laughed. “Got that right! Anyway, so what are you
going to do? Just walk away and hand over your religion to
the assholes? Or are you going to live it the way you think
it’s supposed to be lived, even if you’re the only one doing it?
If you have this beautiful thing that gives your life structure
and meaning, why should you just walk away from it
because some assholes are trying to hijack it? Are you going
to do that?”
“Fuck no, I’d fight like hell for it.”
“Welcome to the front lines, babe.”
Kat sipped at her tea and wondered at this. “Okay, so
what about Jesus? I mean, okay, I can see how you can
ignore all the horrible people doing all this evil shit in his
name and all, but what’s so great about him?”
“Let me tell you about Jesus—”
Kat never thought she would ever hear those words in a
way she would be receptive to, and it surprised her that she
was genuinely curious about what Susan was going to say.
“Jesus was a guy who really got it. He got that God loves
everyone, no matter who they are, how much money they
have—or don’t, how talented they are—or aren’t, or what
wonderful or terrible things they’ve done in their lives. God
loves everyone, period. And he lived in a society where