“You mock me. As those other soldiers mocked Christ.”
“Comparing yourself to Christ, Sim? Already?”
“There’s no need for blasphemy.”
“Of course, there’s nothing blasphemous about the idea of killing a billion people. Over a billion. When Jesus said, ‘Suffer the little children,’ He didn’t mean it quite the way you seem to interpret it.”
“They’re the hordes of the Anti christ. Beyond redemption. Their religion was born in blood, it was spread in blood, and it will end in blood.” Montfort turned his head slightly but kept his eyes locked on Harris. “Gary, you can’t think in the old ways any more. This isn’t geopolitics in some classroom. The old, secular regime is finished. This is the final struggle… for new heavens and a new earth. We’ve worshipped too long at false altars, fallen for the dev — il’s snares, for the folly of believing that those who have been washed in the blood of Jesus Christ must accommodate themselves to the wickedness of the damned. And what have we gained, Gary? What did our tolerance bring us? What did all our efforts at extending the hand of brotherhood, our ecumenical absurdities, what did all of it gain for us?
“Absolutes are for God’s Kingdom.”
“We’re going to build God’s Kingdom. Here. Now.”
“By killing over a billion people?” Harris shook his head. “Even if you could pull that off… I wouldn’t want any part of a God who thought that was a good day’s work well done.” Rubbed raw in the spirit, Harris asked, “What about the
“The Book of Revelation follows mankind’s rejection of Christ’s message. We nailed the Son of God to a cross and abused Him, scorned Him. The Book of Revelation is God’s response.”
“Bullshit. The Book of Revelation is the scribbling of a nutcase in a cave. It’s Christianity’s Koran. It was only included in the New Testament because the message Jesus left behind made the early church’s bureaucrats nervous — not least, the idea of living humbly and sharing with the poor, or the fact that Jesus thought women were human beings. You’d be happier as a Muslim yourself, Sim.”
“You’re no theologian, Gary. You know not of what you speak.”
“Do you? Do
Montfort sat back and crossed his legs again. A cock crowed in the distance.
“And what about the home front?” Harris drove on. “What about the United States of America? What would Jesus have to say about your political antics, Sim? Remember that bit about ‘Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s’? Remember that part? Or ‘My Kingdom is not of this world’? Did I get that right? Did I miss the footnotes? Isn’t it enough that the American people are still overwhelmingly Christian? Do we really have to become an official religious state? Like Iran used to be? Or the Sultanate of Baghdad now? Didn’t things work pretty well for us over the past two and a half centuries? What were we denied as Christians?”
“The United States was, is, and shall be a Christian country. We have lived in error for many generations, but now we must accept our role as the New Jerusalem.”
“Well, you did a fuck of a job on the old Jerusalem.”
“Don’t mock, Gary. Don’t mock what you don’t understand.”
“I understand that Jesus Christ brought love and mercy into this world.”
“And we crucified Him. We had our chance. We failed Him. Now He returns with a sword.”
“Con ve nient. Show me