<<Hisalone dies and approaches the Pearly Gates. Heaven is beautiful! Just as he thought it would be. Crowds of people dressed in long white robes. Lots of shouts of “hosanna” and “Alleluia”.
There is an older, bearded man at the gates. Must be “Peter”. Hah. One in the eye for the Catholics. Those ignorant Papists think Peter was a Pope, all dolled up in fancy robes and wearing a crown. Hisalone knew Peter wasn’t anybody ‘special’. How gratifying to see how correct he was!
The older man looks at Hisalone. Funny, for being ‘nobody special’ there is a certain dignity and aura of goodness about this man. Hisalone starts to feel somewhat humble–a very strange sensation.
“I expect I’ll see Jesus anytime now” says His.
“You are expecting to see Jesus?” says the man.
"Well, here I am in heaven. I spent my life down there on earth being a real Christian. Man, I proclaimed Christ. I told people what He said, what He meant, what He wanted. . . "
“Oh? And how did He tell you that?” said the man.
“The BIBLE of course! EVERYTHING is in the Bible.”
The man looks at Hisalone again, and gives a little smile and a little sigh.
“So when can I see Jesus?”
“Well, actually we’re all kind of busy right now celebrating His birthday so He’s rather tied up. . .”
“Wonderful. Now I’ll finally be able to celebrate His birthday” smiled Hisalone.
“What stopped you from celebrating it on earth?” asked the man.
“Well, naturally since nobody knew the real date He was born, we couldn’t celebrate His birthday” said Hisalone.
“Funny”, said the man. “Most of the people who come in here celebrated it on December 25th. They called it .”
“That pagan travesty?” scoffed Hisalone. “I wouldn’t be caught dead celebrating Christ’s birth on that jumped up papist pagan abomination.”
Just then a man came running from beyond the gate. He was clothed in armour, winged, and carrying a sword. Hisalone gasped. . .this had to be the archangel Michael.
“Come on, Peter”, smiled Michael. “We’re just at the best part. Jesus has put up the tree and Santa’s getting ready to come down the chimney”.
Hisalone staggered to his knees. Was he dreaming?
Michael looked at Peter.
Peter looked at Hisalone.
“But. . .but. . .all that stuff is PAGAN. I read the HISTORY. All that Christmas stuff was just made up! All those pagan things, the very date was for a pagan god. . .”
Peter said, “Are you sure? You told me nobody knew the date Christ was born. . .”
"Nobody DID!’ said Hisalone.
“But most Christians throughout history celebrated it on December 25 because the Catholic Church instituted that as the feast” said Michael.
“Didn’t you trust Christ’s Church?” said Peter.
“But Christ’s Church isn’t the RCC!” said Hisalone.
“Of course not”, said Peter and Michael.
Hisalone breathed a sigh of relief.
“There’s no such thing as the RCC” said Peter.
“Catholic Church, that’s the name.” said Michael.
Hisalone felt an awful emptiness in the pit of his stomach. “The ‘invisible’ universal church of all believers” he quavered. . .
“No, the Catholic Church” said Peter. “The one that Christ established on the rock of my faith and that I led like a father.” His eyes grew soft. “Like a papa. . .”
"But. . . they couldn’t. . .they aren’t. . .it isn’t. . .it can’t be. . " stuttered Hisalone.
“Oh, it is. Of course, He understands that you weren’t really rejecting the real Catholic Church”, said Peter.
“You thought the Catholic Church was some old cult thing and you thought it was evil. But it’s like when you were a little child that one night and thought that there was a monster at the foot of your bed because there was a shadow over an old coat hung on the wall. You were afraid of a monster but there was no monster. And so you hated the Catholic Church as a monster. . .but there too, there was no monster. . .”
Both Michael and Peter embraced the sobbing Hisalone.
“Come in, He’s waiting for you.”
“And you’re lucky” said Michael with a smile. “It’s not everybody who manages to die and get here in time for His birthday. After all. . .December 25 only happens once a year. . .”>>>