Heaven for whom?

by djbrash1

There was a fine church in a valley, among others in the heart of the town. Its pastor was a very good preacher, applied every text to the “now.” His views were a bit unusual; but his insights were very profound.

One evening there came a tornado, that flattened his church to the ground. One pastor  called it “God’s judgement. Another, “Satan’s work.” Still another said, “Neither God nor the Devil. It’s of nature, and nothing more.”

Next tornado was a disaster! All four of them died in the gale. They walked through the Gates of St. Peter, which was a surprise to only one. That one had a talk with St. Peter. And the Key-Bearer said to the one, “This is the task that I give you, since YOU know so well what God’s done. You must walk through the streets and discover… well, see what you find, that is all.”

Next day the one came to St. Peter, with a list as long as his leg. He said, “I’ve had many surprises. Thought I knew all God’s actions to date. Now I see I was wrong about many, and ask your forgiveness to stay.”

St. Peter was pleased with the preacher, and told him where rest could be had. “It’s a ward, not a room for you yet,” said the Saint. “Why a ward, not a manse,” he asked. “Because you have much to learn,” said St. Peter, “and do keep ONE thing in mind. In order to get any better, make no judgements about who else you find.”