Years ago I heard a parable about a man who died and went to heaven. He was about to step into paradise when he stopped and said to his angelic escort, "I have always wondered what hell is like. Before we go to heaven, could I visit there?" The angel was surprised, but consented.
He took the man to the gates of Gehenna and opened the door. The man walked in, expecting to see roaring fires and billowing smoke. Instead he found a banquet table, miles long, heaped to overflowing with every kind of food. Seated around it were millions of emaciated people starving to death. He couldn't imagine why, until he watched them eat. He saw that boards had been strapped to their arms, so that they could not bend their elbows to bring their hands to their mouths. They would starve for eternity within arm's reach of food.
"I've seen enough," he told the angel. "Please take me to heaven." The angel consented--in a flash they stepped through the gates of paradise. The man was shocked to find another banquet table, miles long long, heaped with every kind of food. Seated around it were millions of people with their arms strapped in front of them. But these people looked healthy and joyous. He couldn't understand why, until he watched them eat.
The people in hell picked up food and struggled with all their might to get it to their mouths but failed. The people in heaven picked up food and fed each other.
Borrowed from the Jim.
2 comments:
Excellent parable. Mo
Good parable. "Gonna use it" said the bleeding heart liberal.
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