Yesterday marked the third heavenly birthday of a kid I knew from Indianapolis. This guy had a rough go of things during the last few years of his life. His health was poor, but he kept going.
Our friend didn’t just die once. He died several times before he finally found eternal rest. During one of his brief visits with death, he met the Holy Spirit.
Our friend came back from heaven with a detailed description of their conversation.
Seems the third part of the Holy Trinity takes this forgiveness crap pretty seriously. My Oldman always said that we were one forgiveness away from eternal peace and Wags did a recon mission to determine that forgiveness is a fact.
It is true….. We must forgive and forget if we want to drink beer with the deceased.
Everyone that wronged us. Everyone that we wronged… two simple words, “I’m sorry.”
Wags made a point of telling us all not to wait until you are knocking on heaven’s door. Do it today!
Yesterday I told a story about George going to church. Here is another story that takes place in a church because of George.
It was a final rehearsal for George before he received his First Communion. The coordinator asked all the parents to take confession and live by example for their children.
So I went up to confession that night for the first time in years. Definitely the first time since nine eleven.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a long time since my last confession.”
Father nodded his head and urged me to continue. Oh yeah, this was a face to face confession.
“Fader, I hate Muslims.”
The priest had a horrible expression on his face. He wasn’t expecting a bombshell during the rehearsal ceremony for First Communion. He just realized he had a serious confession to hear.
I’m sure I probably lost a couple Chalkheads after that last paragraph, but these are the examples I need to leave in script.
I’m not going to be able to see my parents. I’m not going to be able to pay Wags back all the beer I owe him. I’m not going to be able to see Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday play The Heavenly Auditorium. I’ll never be able to play that round of golf with President Nixon, Walter Payton and Jesus.
Unless I empty the hatred from my heart over this islam deal!
You know something…. I’ve never been personally wronged by mohammed and I've never gone out of my way to hurt him. I’ve just never been able to like him since a young age. Since the iranian hostage crisis. Through that Tuesday in September of 2001 and continuing into last October outside of Gaza.
I don’t hate my ex wife who is a pain in my ass everyday. I don’t hate the fans that like the professional football team in Wisconsin. I don’t hate the guy who wrecked my moped in high school. I don’t hate the guy who flipped me off yesterday when I wouldn’t let him cut in front of me.
But I have some hate and that will keep me out of heaven. I’m going to end up in the same place where the virgins are waiting for the martyrs.
Pretty heavy Chalkboard today.
Remember, this whole project was started and continues as a therapeutic exercise for me. Something that has also sprouted into a therapeutic tool for many of my friends.
I’m not perfect and I’m sure it confuses the shit out of the Shepkids, but hopefully when the last Chalkboard is posted… I’ll be able to drink beer with Wags and go to the diner with my dad.
Happy belated birthday John. Thanks for coming back from heaven and verifying one of the mysteries of our faith.
