Where to Play Golf
Michael was an extremely avid golfer with a cynical attitude and
arrogance, that when he passed away, few people shed a tear. Michael
approached the Pearly Gates where St. Peter was waiting for him.
Rather than pass through the gates as normal people had done,
Michael stopped to ask a question.
"Before I agree to come in, I want to know exactly what kind of golf
course you have here" he said to St. Peter.
"That shouldn't matter to you." said St. Peter.
"But it does. And then in his arrogant manner exclaimed "Well if I
can't see it, then I'm not coming in!"
"Very well Michael. As you wish...look through the gates." He looked
and saw the poorest, most rundown, excuse for a golf course that it
made him sick to his stomach.
"Forget it. There is no way I'm going to spend eternity playing on
that course!"
Just then, Michael heard the Devil calling him over the gate. "Come
over here and see what I have to offer." Michael peers through the
gate and he is elated! There is the most absolutely fabulous golf
course he has ever seen! He turns to the Devil and says "I want to
play THAT course!"
"Ok. Step on through and it's yours forever."
St. Peter pleaded with Michael as he headed off with the Devil and
the gates closed behind him. Michael walked up to the first tee and
said "I can't wait to play! Where are my clubs and ball? The Devil
roared with laughter. "Oh, there aren't any."
[ Author Unknown -- from 'Colorado Comments' (TheBible@USA.com) ]
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