Short Story: Ask a stupid question; be given a stupid answer.

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John was dreaming that he went up to Heaven, because he had had a question for God, and he knew that God must answer all questions, asked of him. This was indicated in these verses from the Christian Bible, which John took on face value, or on their merit, as being really true: "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you." From Saint Mathew's gospel, chapter 7, verse 7. Anyway, John found himself at the door of Heaven. He knew that this was the right door, because it simply had one word written on it, "God". John started knocking. John looked at the door, while he waited for it to be answered, and he thought to himself that this door looked rather run-down, and old, and shoddy, to be the door into Heaven. After what seemed to be a lengthy wait, some old, scruffy-looking, old codger, open the door. He said to John, "What do you want?" "Nobody comes to this back door of Heaven." "What are you doing here? Did you know that you have to die first to come into Heaven, and entrance is always by the front door, not ever, by the back door?" John smiled as he quoted the above verses, to the man. "God himself has said that he will answer, and open, any knocked upon door. Here I am, show me into God. I have a question for him." The old man cringed, he knew that he had to honour this request. "Just a minute," he said, "and I will check on if the old boy is in right now." "No need to check," John chimed in, "God is always in, to all people, at all times." Again, the old man cringed. "Follow me then," he said. John entered Heaven, and he was ushered into a waiting room, where he sat down on a comfy couch there, but it did seem to have one lose spring, on the spot where he lumped himself down heavily. "I suppose it doesn't matter, if I have to wait five minutes," John thought to himself, "the old man is probably just combing his hair up for me, to make a good appearance on me here." Soon enough, John found himself in front of the throne of God, and there was the big man himself, seated there in all of his splendour, and robes. "I have a question for you, God," John said. "Ask away, my son," God replied, "I will do my level best to answer you." "Why am I, 'I', and you, 'you'", John asked of God. God winked at Moses, standing closely nearby. It was obvious that he had answered this very same question before. "Because, I created you, but you didn't create me," was God's answer to John. John had had his question answered. John wanted to ask a follow-up question, or two, but God was already waving his hand. "Only one question, per person, per day, was allowed, the sign on the wall said," and which God was now pointing towards. John had to return to his home, and to contemplate over God's answer to his question first, before he could ask any more questions of God. Just the same though, as the old codger that had opened the back door of Heaven for him to let him in, led him out through the front door this time, he said to John, and smiled cunningly, knowingly, as he said it, "Only I know the answer to that question, for, I too, am God." Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, unsplash.com The door into Heaven which John entered through is depicted in my photo here, above.