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Here's a little story to ponder.
The Pope died and went to heaven. At the pearly gates, he was greeted by Saint Peter, who asked, "Do you have any special requests before entering paradise?"
"Yes," replied the Pope. "I knew I would go to heaven after death, but I've always been curious about what it's like in hell."
"Very well," said Saint Peter. "If you wish, you may visit hell. But if you don't return within half an hour, you'll have to stay there forever."
The Pope descended on an escalator into hell and found himself in a luxurious hotel. Looking around, he saw a beautiful beach where gorgeous women and handsome men were sunbathing. The bar offered an excellent selection of spirits, all drinks were free, and the menu featured national dishes from all nations. A Brazilian ensemble played lively samba music; everything was simply magnificent!
The Pope walked around in amazement and suddenly realized that his half-hour was almost up. He rushed to the escalator and returned to heaven just in time.
He entered the gates of heaven just as Saint Peter announced that lunch was ready. The Pope sat down at the table.
Soon, Jesus joined them, bringing a plate of peanut butter sandwiches and herbal tea.
"What is this?" the Pope exclaimed in horror. "Down in hell, they're all eating pizza, ice cream, and drinking French wine!"
"You see," replied Saint Peter, "it wouldn't be appropriate to set such a lavish table just for the three of us!"
И страхи стали реальностью,а боль и страдания - наградой.Хотя и не благословенным началом,все готовятся к последнему СУДУ!
Днём и ночью от наших тел,можно слышать крики боли,из-за накопленных нашими душами грехов...
Днём и ночью от наших тел,можно слышать крики боли,из-за накопленных нашими душами грехов...