Here's
a story that Sister Edna, my 2nd grade teacher at St Francis Borgia,
told us (to the best of my recollection).
One
Sunday afternoon, Jim was
struck dead in his basement workshop. Heart attack. At the
Pearly
Gates he was remanded to purgatory for one year, in penance for various
venial sins. Having had a taste of what it would be like to be in
the
presence of God, Jim was crushed beyond words at being denied HIS
glory for so long. If only he had gone to confession
yesterday! Too late now.
Now, after what was certainly a period of 100
years, or more
(certainly more than double the life he had lived on Earth) had
passed, Jim was granted an appeal. When he complained to St.
Peter
that a huge error had been made, St. Peter let Jim to see what
was happening, in real time, back on Earth. His wife Betty was
just
now standing over his body lying on his work shop floor. She was
sobbing while a rescue squad placed his corpse on a gurney.
So it was that we were introduced to time and space at a tender
age. I
remember that when people attack the Genesis creation narrative.
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