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 quiet?
So somber – give me aclue.”
“Hush, child,” he said.
“They’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.”

JUDGE NOT!

Please 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.

– by Anonymous, posted by Rey

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