My path this time led to purgatory. I took a leftist politician with me so he could get used to the experience. Until we got there, he kept lamenting that if there was God, there would be no poverty, blah blah blah; It didn’t bother me that I didn’t understand, no one understood what they were saying, and yet the text was always the same.
We met the famous quizmaster, who had denied all his life what he now had to accept. He had a hard time getting along with her. Not only did he have to retract his arrogance that had humiliated the Creator of the universe, he had to completely reinterpret his previous opinion. He focused so hard that the air around us shook painfully.
“It’s the same thing, as during the regime change, where the socialism we built turned out to be in fact a dictatorial, lying and cruel regime dependent on the occupiers,” he explained to the bewildered politician.
“I’m sorry,” she interrupted, “but someone always knew that.” He shouldn’t be surprised. – I turned to my left-wing atheist comrade: – This will be a good introduction to the time I will spend here.
“What about science!” – the politician objected skeptically. The contest director gave him a piece of paper.
“Here you are!” I’m reading this now, but I still don’t understand.
“They were sitting on the shore of Lake Genizaret, roasting lean fish over embers.
“Okay,” Jesus wiped the corner of his mouth. “Write the most important things on a piece of parchment.” What causes storms, what regulates genetics, what atoms are made of, what keeps planets in orbit, how we record images and sound. There will be someone later who will read this, understand it, and implement it.
Then Peter said, “Lord, you are the Son of the living God.” “In other words, you know everything about the world.” I’ve talked a lot about the soul. About love, repentance and faith. But the world is also made of matter.
Peter turned his spit sadly.
“Explain your fish farming trick to me!”
Jesus smiled.
“It can’t be like that, Peter.” not yet.”
My friend Palos read this over and over on the way back.
“I don’t understand…” he mumbled to himself.
