As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Bob, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Angel, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How did all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all shock...
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
LOOK IN THE MIRROR!!
Remember...Just going to shrines or temple and giving alms and reciting prayers doesn't make you any holier any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!