“Maybe it is, but I was taught. . .”
“You were taught. Let’s see, you were taught where you should be on a certain day of the week. What else where you taught? Let’s see, do you give money to the church?”
“Of course.”
“You were instructed you had to give money, interesting.”
“Do you ever volunteer your time to this church?”
“Of course I do, but that doesn’t mean it’s a cult.”
“Yes it does, Detective Logan, yes it does. The problem is, we have some connotation that a ‘cult’ has to be bad. That’s not necessarily true. Yes, the family is a cult, but it is the most desirable entity to which the human creature can belong. And, though every religion is a cult, here we have a dilemma of, shall we call them, degrees.”
“I don’t understand.”
“By degrees, I mean how much the church, the cult, controls one’s life. Now, in your case, the church is a part of your life. This is considered acceptable. I’m not demeaning you or your church, and I assume, up until this point, this friend of yours, this priest. . .”
“Father Bill.”
“Father Bill has maintained the church as a part of his life. Even though he is a priest, the church is only a part of his life. Would you say that is fair?”
“Yes, that sounds correct.”
“And, what you fear, what we all fear, is when this church he appears to be choosing, becomes all of his life. Is that right?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“I assume he hasn’t made this move.”
“No, I say no, but I’m not really sure.”
“We really need to know.”
“Okay, but I’m still not clear on something. This Billy Taylor creep has thousands of people singing his praise. You should go to one of his revivals, crusades, whatever he calls it. There’s thousands of people there. They may be being fed a bunch of preprogrammed crap, but they don’t all have that glassy-eyed stare that I saw in the Moonies or see in Bill. That, I can’t understand.”
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