I woke up in an unfamiliar house. At the corner was an old man facing the window.
Where am I?
This is the afterlife. He responded.
This feels like a dream. I got a closer look at the man. He seemed wise.
Am I dead?
Yes – he responded.
So this is heaven?
Not quite. Everyone goes to the same destination.
I knew it! I always thought there should be one destination
As though he read my mind, the man turned and asked me a question I was not prepared to answer.
So should Hitler be with everyone else?
Hmm – tough question. I should think things through.
He looked away – not waiting for an answer.
So who are you? I asked.
I am HIM - he said.
Aha. This IS a dream.
But..if it was not just a dream and I had access to HIM, what should I do?
Ask questions! My never-ending list of questions.
- What makes someone good versus bad?
- How far back in someone's past do you consider before forgiving them?
- Which group comes close to accurately represent what you are about?
- Are you fair?
But I woke up.
Still waiting for the answers.