This fellow stopped me after church where I had just brought the evening sermon. I was about to walk out the door and drive home, a good 90 minute task. I was tired but he had a joke to tell me.
“You seem like a together person,” he said in my direction. “Comfortable in your own skin. Good sense of humor. So, I have a joke for you.”
He began, “Did you hear the one about Billy Graham, the Pope, and Oral Roberts all dying and going to Heaven at the same time?”
Now. The question is how do I tell the guy, “Yes, I’ve heard it a few dozen times and didn’t like it the first time”?
You don’t. You stand there and try to look like you’re interested.
It took the poor guy forever to tell the story, of how God said they had arrived unexpectedly, that their mansions were not quite ready yet, and would they mind if He sent them to purgatory for a bit first. He told of a conversation between God and the devil, in which the Lord was asking permission from hell’s warden.
That’s bad enough, but it went downhill from there.
Finally, I said, “Is this where they air-condition hell?”