Performance art propaganda at the Assembly of God church

I had been making a big pot of stewed meat for the luncheon in the massive kitchen at the church. I was not a congregate, though. I was something of an insurgent. I came in alone, but then several of my friends showed up with me. We stayed in the kitchen and the lobby. I was there because I had been selling copies of Gentle in Carnations (IRL poetry book skirting issues around sex.) In one of the back rooms, I had even done a performance of the works- but they were musical/dance reinterpretations of the poems rather than the poems themselves. The points in the book were still made, causing the audience to slowly leave the room one by one. Earlier, I had put copies of Gentle in Carnations in many of the church pews. Now, I peeked in to see the congregation in the sanctuary- it was packed with people who were in the full swing of a "holy-spirit" filled church service: hands in the air, eyes closed, mouths murmuring prayers, and a sermon that spoke clearly of shame and its importance for keeping one holy. I spotted one of the copies of GiC and was wrought: this was a bold move to put that with the hymnals! And even more so that I even took the name of the hymnal publisher and put it on my copies of the poem book! Right on the cover! Bigger than the title of the book, even. Why did I do that?! And isn't that illegal? I snuck back into the kitchen as the service let out. A large, somewhat shy man came up to me and said that he really liked my book. A woman from work joined us, gave me a hug, but completely avoided the issue of what was in the book. I gathered my things while the man was still talking to me and said cheekily "one last thing!" and grabbed a few bits of meat from the bowl of meat I had set on an armchair. The man said that he hoped that I'd keep in contact with the church with the work I was doing. He kept saying he liked it, but I didn't understand how he could both like that book and like the church he was going to.