Questions

I have been thinking about those questions that sit at the back of our minds, popping up when the subject is mentioned and then dropping back into the background, unanswered but lurking.

Do you know the ones I mean?

Surely everyone has at least one nagging question they would like answered, in the big picture view, the one we think we have forgotten about. Perhaps, who killed JFK or Pope John Paul I or what really happened to Harold Holt that day he went for a swim and didn’t return.

Then of course there are the personal ones …hmmm … think we would all have a couple of those. Not so easy to get truth serum these days, to get the real answers, so I guess we will have to wait.

I have an idea.

When we arrive at the Pearly Gates, there could be quite a line. The world clock indicates that around 150 000 die every day, so it could be quite busy, even in these days of electronic checking – guess that would be quicker than bringing out those stone tablets of earlier ages. However, it could still be tedious, so the answer is a nice little, umm perhaps a great big, internet café just outside those gates. Extremely fast wireless connection, ergonomic, comfy chairs; He doesn’t want to have to handle any legal claims as there are sure to be some lawyers in the queue, waiting to get the bad news about the down escalator.

Top class coffee – strong short blacks before the downward journey, or a sweet cappuccino before you walk through the gates to glory. Are you getting the picture yet? Starbucks? And don’t forget the biscotti … ahhh. I am sure God Himself or the Pearly Gates Administrator (St Pete) will be up with the latest on café munchies. Then, armed with our refreshments, we can sit for hours (that’s what we do now after all isn’t it?), checking current email addresses for those who went before, and asking all those questions mentioned earlier.

Time will fly.

Of course, there would need to be computer and internet lessons for those who arrive without the necessary skills (Bill could organise that department), so that those sitting beside the computer illiterate would not be held up answering questions on how to proceed.

God’s search engine could be called GoGod@cloudsonhigh. I am sure there would be a consultant or two standing around to give advice. Don’t they always, for a price? There is also sure to be a teenage guru there somewhere who could do at least as good a job; with the side benefit of that being it would keep them busy and away from spraying graffiti around the place.

Give it a bit of thought.