Not Hetero Pudge And Ronny: Chapter Sixteen

This is the latest installment of my subversive Accelerated Christian Education fan fiction. To see more chapters, go to the "ACE Gay Porn" page at the top of this blog, or to my Deviant Art page here.


 
 Jamal Michael Kindharte and Pastor Alltruth emerged from the pastor's office just as Happy and Becky were coming out of the children's classroom. Becky Meekway taught Sunday school to the children, and Hapford Humble assisted her. Pastor Alltruth did not look pleased.
Happy smiled at J. Michael. "Hi, Michael," he said quietly. Happy was a very tall, large-built young man, with pale blue eyes, light blond hair, and what appeared to be a form of Down Syndrome.
"Hello, Happy, how are you?" J. Michael shook his hand.
"Nice to see you again, Michael," Becky nodded.
"Hello, Becky," J. Michael nodded in return.
"I missed the sermon today," Becky said. "Was it a good one?"
"It was...interesting," J. Michael said tactfully.
"He's just passionate about what he believes," Pastor Alltruth said shortly. "He may be mistaken about some things, but that doesn't mean that he's not right about the sinfulness of homosexuality."
"It's not a sin, Pastor," Happy said quietly.
J. Michael and Pastor Alltruth gasped, staring in shock at Happy. Becky. strangely, did not seem surprised.
"What did you say, Happy?" Pastor Alltruth demanded, forgetting to be especially nice to Happy, like everyone usually was.
"Being gay is not a sin. It's gay sex that is a sin," he explained slowly, obviously nervous.
Alltruth explained slowly, as if to a small child, "It is a sin, though, because they choose to defy God's natural order of things."
"It's gay sex that is a sin, not being gay," Happy repeated, after a second or two.
"But Happy, homosexuals choose to sin," Alltruth said, getting a bit annoyed.
"But sometimes they don't," Happy said, looking down at his feet.
"I think what Happy is trying to say, is that Christians can struggle with same-sex attraction, and yet choose not to give in to it. Isn't that what you meant to say, Happy?" Becky smiled at him.
Happy nodded, still staring at his feet.
"Yes, but Jesus said that if you lust in your heart, it's the same as if you committed the sin."
"But surely Reverend Rayford doesn't lust in his heart?" Becky asked, trying to be respectful. "I'm sure he talked about still being tempted, at least some of the time? It's like a straight man, who chooses not to lust after a woman, right?" Becky smiled, placatingly.
"No, it's not!" Alltruth frowned, his patience at its limit.
"But if it is a sin, then surely Jesus Himself was tempted to do it!" Becky said passionately. "The Bible says that He was 'tempted in every way, like as we are, but without sin...'"
"The bible also says that women are not supposed to speak out in church!" Pastor Alltruth snapped, shouting and glaring at her.
Becky became red, looking down at her feet and shrinking away from him.
"Pastor, please," J. Michael interceded, stepping between them. "She's just mistaken," he smiled, though he now wondered about that.
"Michael, stay out of this! This isn't your place--I mean, your church!"
"You're scaring them, Pastor."
Furious, Pastor Alltruth flew back into his office, slamming the door with a bang.
The three stared after him for a long moment.
"Th-thank you," Becky finally said.
J. Michael didn't know what to say. He looked over at Happy, who was in tears. J. Michael wondered if he really wanted to be at this church, where women were intimidated and the pastor yelled at a mentally retarded person.
"Come on, we should get out of here," J. Michael said quickly, tugging on Happy's arm. "Give him some space."
"We forgot our umbrellas," Becky said, looking out the windows of the exit doors, where a heavy drizzle came down. "We got here early, and when we walked, it wasn't raining that badly. We were waiting for it to let up."
"I'll give you two a ride home," J. Michael said quickly.
"Oh, um, I don't know if I should..." Becky hedged, biting her lip. Girls were most definitely not supposed to accept rides from guys, even fellow believers, for fear something would happen. J. Michael wondered if she was especially hesitant to take a ride from a black man.
"It's okay, we got a chaperon here," J. Michael smiled, looking over at Happy. "It would be a shame if you two had to walk in the rain."
"Well, I guess it's okay, then," Becky said finally, looking relieved. J. Michael knew she would feel safer with such a large man as Happy with her. He knew every man would have to have these thoughts when dealing with women, but he thought bitterly that he especially had to be careful, and especially with white women. He wasn't about to leave them here with Pastor Alltruth as he was, though.
Happy got in the front seat, Becky in the back seat. Happy looked too upset to talk, so as they drove off J. Michael asked Becky, "So Becky, long you been teaching Sunday school?"
"I took over from Sandy about a year ago. She got married," she said, leaning forward to talk and referring to her older sister, who was about J. Michael's age, maybe three years older.
"I'll bet the children are pretty funny," he remarked.
"Oh, they are! The Israelites are the Lizard-lites!" she gushed. J. Michael laughed, and even Happy cracked a slight smile.
"I remember hearing a story about you, when you were younger," J. Michael said. "The teacher was telling the class to obey their parents, when they told them to wear their rain coats, and you asked, 'What if it isn't raining?'"
"Yeah, I wish someone had told me to today," she grimaced. "The teacher said that we must obey our parents, no matter what, and God would reward us."
"But what if it's not raining?" he asked, slightly amused and at the same time wanting to make her think.
"But it is raining," she said.
"But what if it's not? Then you're wearing your raincoat for nothing--or believing in a false doctrine."
"But God will reward you for submitting to authority," she said.
"God will reward you for subscribing to a false doctrine?" he contradicted, a little more fervent than he meant to. "I'm sorry. I just think that our leaders are human too, and as such, they could be wrong."
"They ARE wrong!" Happy said suddenly, vehemently. He was starting to cry again.
"Yes, Happy, there are wrong," J. Michael said, almost whispering. "And if they're wrong about one thing, they could be wrong about another."
"He's very compassionate," Becky explained. "He reads a lot, and he just wants people to have an easier time. He knows they're hurting, because their churches don't understand the difference between being gay and acting on it."
"Yeah, I don't think it's right to be gay--I mean, be a practicing homosexual," J. Michael said, correcting himself. "And I don't think they should get married. But I don't agree with them being discriminated against. That's just wrong. I have relatives who would know something about that, first-hand."
"Sounds like you're a little more enlightened than Pastor Alltruth," Becky said quietly. "This is my house. Happy lives just across the street. Thank you, Michael," she said as she got out.
"No problem. Remember what I said about the rain."