THE SEX REBEL OF JESUSLAND, chapter 123

123. THE RALLY CONTINUES.

“We are in the last days, my friends. The prophecies began to be fulfilled when the state of Israel was established, centuries after its first birth. Then our forces occupied the land of Mesopotamia. Soon the Third Temple will be rebuilt on the site of the Dome of the Rock and the Al-Aqsa mosques. Then the legions of the Antichrist will be deployed against Israel. There will be a great war, a final showdown in the valley of Armageddon!”

The crowd roared.

“But before the Battle comes the Rapture! All of us here, all of us the true Believers, you who follow me, we will be lifted out of our clothes and ascend to heaven like Christ did after He was taken down from the cross!

“We will sit at the right hand of God, us true believers. Where will everyone else be? They will be on earth, locked in battle, and we will see them being devoured by boils!”

The crowd roared.

“By ugly sores!”

The crowd roared.

“By locusts!”

The crowd roared.

“By frogs!”

The crowd roared.

“Seven years of tribulation will they suffer most grievously while we look down from heaven, sitting next to our God!

“Jews will convert to Christ, or burn! And the Messiah will return to earth!”

Jeremiah got more and more agitated as he came nearer to the “blood” portion of his sermon, the highlight for which the rapture section was but an introduction, the final climax that had brought him his fame and inspired the most fervor in his adherents. This was the message that distinguished him from other preachers.

“That is what lies ahead. And it will come sooner than you think. Jesus may be walking among us at this very moment. If you met him today, what would you do? What would you say? How would you atone for our sins?”

The audience knew what was coming, and they were getting ready. Scattered yells broke out of their throats.

But first came a perfect high-tech moment. There was great bush on stage, to Jeremiah’s left. Sometimes he vanished behind it, and his voice came across with an echo to it. Now he turned to the bush.

“God speaks to us today,” Jeremiah said. “He is with us in this very moment. Behold!” he cried. “Behold God’s presence!” He pointed dramatically at the bush. Suddenly it burst into flame. Huge flames leapt out of it. The crowd roared at the spectacle. “Behold! God is with us. Do you feel his presence? Do you feel the heat of God in this space?” Jeremiah looked at the audience. “Say yes to God! Let me hear you say yes!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The crowd roared.

“Look!” Jeremiah roared.

Out of the burning bush rose the image of an angel. A hologram, Adam guessed. These high-tech preachers used it all. Religion was a show. Every technique available to the stage was available to religion. The faithful would be entertained as well as saved. The angel rose into the air and then thinned until it finally vanished.

“We will rise to heaven like that angel,” said Jeremiah. “But first we have to purify ourselves. We are dirty with sin, filthy with our thoughts of the flesh. We need to repent. We need to show God that we repent!”

“Repent!” the crowd roared.

“How do we scourge the curse of sin from our bodies? How do we cleanse ourselves in the eyes of the Lord? How do we tell Jesus that we repent?”

Here it comes.

“Through blood!”

The crowd went crazy.

“We give our blood!”

Adam could hardly hear Jeremiah’s voice, booming through the giant speakers set on both sides and high above the stage. The stage lighting trembled in a fever and changed colors rapidly. This was more than a sermon: it was a great show.

“We bleed for Christ, like He did for us! We let the devil bleed out of us. We make our earthly bodies suffer, because in our suffering lies our salvation. We join Christ in giving our blood, the blood of the lamb. We show the world that we repent, through the sign of our blood. The color red shows that we release ourselves from sin, that we cut the sin right out of us!”

At this point Jeremiah tore his shirt to reveal his chest, and his followers in the Divine Circle followed suit.

“Yes, we open our hearts to the sight of God, we show our chests to God!”

Only men did this, but some Females went so far as to reveal their shoulders in their private frenzy.

“We stand naked before him, as in the hour of our birth, and we open ourselves to him. We break the barrier of skin between us and God!”

Jeremiah scratched himself across his chest. Four bloody streaks revealed themselves over his skin. At the first sign of the prophet’s blood, the throng tore at themselves, and soon Adam could smell the sickly sweet smell of blood all around him. Scarlet was standing in front of him, dressed in a long white dress. Everybody at Jeremiah’s rallies wore white. It made a great contrast with the blood.

Adam felt Scarlet lean back against him. Her hair was against his nose. He felt her fat buttocks against his crotch. He pressed against them. She pressed back. The friction of the white dress rubbed against the fabric of his pants. She bent slightly forward and opened her buttocks to allow his enlarging penis to slide between the cheeks. Her left hand came up to his fingers and led them to a nipple. Her right hand followed his hands as they opened his zipper.