Page 24 - Billy Graham in Heaven

The Four Lane into the Brain
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“Know what?”
“That the entire world now realizes you were as gay as they come.”
“Oh my oh my,” said Liberace. “Don’t tell me some of my friends caved after my death.”
“You need to go review what happened since you died,” Graham said.
“I know enough to remember you died harassing my kind, Billy. And you, a man of the cloth representing a God of love. How could you? Did I ever bother you? Yes, I was a flaming Catholic with a fabulous St. Anthony shrine in my home, but I successfully stayed in the sexual closet—at least until I died.”
“Of course I loved everyone,” Graham said. “But I hated the perversion of sin. Mainly I was against gay marriage. Marriage between a man and a woman is one of the most sacred of biblical covenants. To follow the Lord’s will I took out scores of full-page newspaper ads against a gay- marriage law in North Carolina and against Obama’s gay matrimony advocacy. I even had to stoop to supporting a cult leader—that heretic, that Mormon—Mitt Romney!”
Liberace beamed his most brilliant, but phony smile, then grimaced bitterly. “Now Billy, you can’t weasel out that easily. All the gay world knew of your notorious column. I even remember its sad headline: Homosexual Perversion, a Sin That is Never Right. We were all hoping that at least you, who had shown such advanced positions on the integration of our black brothers and sisters, might do the same for us closeted souls. But no, you said something like homosexuality was an insidious temptation and God would judge us. You might as well have shouted we were