Picture death row in a prison... rows and rows of barred cells that are black, dingy, and rough on the outside. Inside most of the cells is at least the usual table, chair, bed, bathroom etc. Some have more - (spas, tv sets, movie theatres, Persian rugs etc), some have way less (nothing but a broken stool for a seat), and some have in-between. But, each of these cells are locked and barred. Are there people inside these cells? Let’s see... Oh! Some cells are occupied, some are empty of life! I wonder why?!
Each cell has a golden key hanging on a string, from a hook near the door. Some people have framed the key, and have put it on display. Some have hidden it, or have tried to get rid of it; some have just ignored it. Others have taken the key, unlocked the door, and walked out - thus explaining the empty cells. Curiously, these cells have white doors, and a red cross marked on them...!
Wait...there is someone who is going to each cell door and is knocking on each one...tap...tap...tap... "See that golden key? It will open the door. Why don't you come out to me?" He says gently, still knocking. He only knocks on the doors of those who are still dark and dingy; instead, he smiles as he passes those with the white doors and red crosses.
Those people who realised what the key was actually for, stop next to someone who sits near the exit door and is dressed in white. This person writes their name in a guestbook before they leave the prison.
When each person (who carries a golden key) steps outside the prison door, they are met by another person wearing white. This person takes their old, raggedy prison clothes and they wash them in a bright red dye. They come out so brightly white that they are hard to look at. They are then clothed with these pure white garments.
As they look up, someone walks towards them with outstretched hands. Their eyes are draw towards those hands, for in the palm of each one, is a hole...
Together these people walk away, hand in hand, along a narrow but straight parth. In the distance in front of them, is a golden city on a hill, its gates wide open in welcome...
Please note: I checked with a mod before posting this
Each cell has a golden key hanging on a string, from a hook near the door. Some people have framed the key, and have put it on display. Some have hidden it, or have tried to get rid of it; some have just ignored it. Others have taken the key, unlocked the door, and walked out - thus explaining the empty cells. Curiously, these cells have white doors, and a red cross marked on them...!
Wait...there is someone who is going to each cell door and is knocking on each one...tap...tap...tap... "See that golden key? It will open the door. Why don't you come out to me?" He says gently, still knocking. He only knocks on the doors of those who are still dark and dingy; instead, he smiles as he passes those with the white doors and red crosses.
Those people who realised what the key was actually for, stop next to someone who sits near the exit door and is dressed in white. This person writes their name in a guestbook before they leave the prison.
When each person (who carries a golden key) steps outside the prison door, they are met by another person wearing white. This person takes their old, raggedy prison clothes and they wash them in a bright red dye. They come out so brightly white that they are hard to look at. They are then clothed with these pure white garments.
As they look up, someone walks towards them with outstretched hands. Their eyes are draw towards those hands, for in the palm of each one, is a hole...
Together these people walk away, hand in hand, along a narrow but straight parth. In the distance in front of them, is a golden city on a hill, its gates wide open in welcome...
Please note: I checked with a mod before posting this
