(Note: My friend, Hilda Raja sent this poem from Gujarat. Hilda was one of the Editorial board members of New Leader in those good old days in 1950s. At that time she was in Chennai, now in Ahmedbad. As then, even now she is a prolific writer. Thanks Hilda and God bless for your contribution to CCV. james kottoor, editor).
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
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 Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd 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 in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
Remember…Just going to church doesn't make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every saint has a PAST…
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Now it's your turn… Share this poem.
Life without God is like
an unsharpened pencil.
It has no point.