St. Peter was furious.
so angry that he had
no words left to describe
the job of admitting
all the people sent to the gates
because of the gun-loving Christian Patriots
so he stopped by the
Throne of God to vent
“I’ve had it, God,” Pete said
those people are willing to
sacrifice their own children
and send them to us way too
early. Heaven is not a dumping
ground, God!”
It was clear that St. Peter
wanted something to change. He
sighed and sat down on the arm
of the Throne before he realized
what he was doing and he jumped back.
“Don’t worry, Pete, sit down for a bit on
the Throne. You need to rest”
God sighed and strode
back and forth with
a tired and worn expression,
“of course you are right, Pete
and what’s more is that
we have been spammed
with calls on the prayer lines,
thousands of robo calls.
We have had to put
a filter on since the system was
never designed for this,” God mused
sadly. “You know, prayer was meant
to support action, provide a conduit
between the Heavens and the Earth,
it was never meant
to be a token; a relief valve even an
excuse but here we are. I have to tell
you, Pete, that God is mighty lonely
and sad right now.”
“I know, “ said Pete, “we all are.”
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