After
a long illness, a woman died and arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While
she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the
Gates. She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her
parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before
her.
They saw her and began calling greetings to her – “Hello” “How are you!
We’ve been waiting for you!” “Good to see you”.
When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him “This is such a
Wonderful place! How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word”, Saint
Peter told her.
“Which word?” the woman asked.
“Love.”
The woman correctly spelled “Love” and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
About six months later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to
watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.
While the woman was
guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.
“I’m surprised to see you”, the woman said. “How have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been doing pretty well since you died,” her husband told
her. “I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you
were ill. And then I won the lottery. I sold the little house you and I
lived in and bought a big mansion. And my wife and I traveled all
around the world. We were on vacation and I went water skiing today. I
fell, the ski hit my head, and here I am. How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word”, the woman told him.
“Oh Which word is that?” her husband asked.
“Czechoslovakia.”she said.
Everybody have a groovy weekend!
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KEEPING THE FAITH: RANDOM PRAYERS "ON THE DOWNLOAD"
DEAR GOD: Sometimes anger seems so near to the surface of my life. An unwelcome word, the remembrance of a past hurt, a disappointment I had not expected can make my emotions swirl with the force of a small cyclone. Sometimes my heart feels hot, my nerves feel edgy, my mind feels like lit dynamite. And sometimes, I just turn silent, go inward, cut myself off from anything and anyone that could ease the throbbing inside. I hold on to my anger, as if to let it go would render the reason for my anger meaningless. I pray that your great love will burn away my anger and leave me settled in the cool breeze of your presence. Help me let go, not only of the anger, but of what made me angry in the first place. Let me breathe deep the wonder and peace of love. Amen.
8 comments:
Tooo Funny!
Hillarious!
I had to think about this at first, but I get it...Funny stuff!
Have a great weekend Keith!
That was a good one!
ROTFLMAO!
Good one!
You are sooo funny!
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