A lot of communities are now known as “Gated Communities”, which simply means nobody gets in unless they’re invited. As I entered one of these communities, I suddenly realized, according to general religious consensus, Heaven is a “Gated Community”. The Pearly Gates keep out unwanted visitors and protect the residents from bad people. I guess St. Peter is supposed to be the “cop at the gate”. Hmmm, for what’s supposed to be a friendly place to live, it doesn’t sound so good from that perspective.
Anyhow, the reason I got into thinking about heaven was a joke a writer friend told me. Goes like this:
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”
Sad but true. Share your thoughts and comments below. Anyone else have a good joke or story about writers. We need a good story.