They will ask me.
"Where is your religion, young man?"

I will reply.
"In the trash, Elders."

...and as soon as their eyebrows have touched their hair lines. Surprise, attacked their faces, and judgement swell up from their traditions and inadequacies and inability to think for themselves, I will add,

"...but , My God, is in me. Like pages. A best-seller. And here you were, ready to judge His cover."