The old Jewish Christian tale Of: God
and the Tuna Casserole for Two
by BTA
by BTA
There was an old religious,
pious man that had lived his life modestly selling flood insurance to his church
congregation in the mountains. He had amassed a huge fortune investing his
community’s insurance payments, which he hoarded away to save for better days
that only grew worse with age. One day
the old miser woke up dead in a field of clouds. In the distance of the cloud
kingdom was a palace of stone, with two huge golden doors at its front.
The old man picked
his dead self-up, and then proceeded to make his way towards the great palaces’
doors. After walking for what seemed like hours, he reached the entrance to the
palace. The old man knocked on the gigantic golden doors with his frail old
knuckles. There was no answer for a short while, but then a small ruckus could
be heard behind the large, broad doors and finally, they opened up with an
ongoing loud resounding creeeeeeeek! A short, bald portly old man with gray hair
and an equally gray originally white robe, stood before the recently alive, but
now dead, rich old man in the entryway of the enormous palace.
“Can I help you?”
The portly old bald man in the fading gray robe asked. “Why yes! I believe you
can,” said the old dead man, “I am looking for God. I have come to reap my heavenly
rewards for being a pure, pious Christian my entire life.” “Oh! Well, eh, welcome,”
said the man in the used-to-be-white, but now-is-obviously-going-dirty-gray
robe. “Come in, my dear fellow, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” he said, “I am your
lord God!”
The Lord God led
the old pious miser to a great hall and told him to sit and make himself
comfortable for a great feast that is to be made in the righteous dead old
man’s honor. Hours went by, while the pious
old man sat in the spacious grand eating hall, filled with empty rows of dusty
old tables and chairs, wondering when the others would start coming into the
dining area for his honorary feast. Eventually, the Lord God tottered into the
vast hall holding a smoldering square Corningware pot, which he hurriedly
placed upon the table in front of the good Christian. “What is this before me?
The old rich recently dead man asked God.” God Replied – Tuna Casserole. “Tuna
Casserole! - The old dead man said in surprise - But where is My Honorary
Feast? He loudly exclaimed” - “Stop shouting at me, God said, with a noticeable tear in his eye, it’s
not easy cooking a celebration meal for two!”
The Moral of this Religious
Story: Live your life not for the promises of rewards in heaven, nor riches
on earth, but for the simple rewards of a good life, earned both along the way,
and in the afterlife.
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