Once
upon a time...
Let
me tell you a little story.
Those
of you who are old enough and lived in Britain during the
50's and 60's may remember a TV & Radio Program called
'Listen with Mother'. A programme for little ones. It
began...
Are
you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...
Once
upon a time, there was a man who was very old.
He
had lived a long and interesting life and had been lucky
enough to travel right around the world. He had seen the
beginning of television. He had seen the first men on the
moon. He had seen the beginning of the European Union and
the end of the USSR. He had been married and had lots of
children and grandchildren. He had businesses, and was very
rich.
Now
he was old and he knew that his time to depart this world
was near.
As
he lay on his bed one night, he noticed a shadowy figure at
the end of his bed. "Who are you, and how did you get
into my room?" He demanded.
"I
am an Angel" said the figure. "An Angel? Rubbish!!
I don't believe in such things!" He shouted.
"I
know, but you will soon" said the Angel, gently gliding
towards him. "Why will I?" demanded the old man.
"Because
I am the Angel of Death" said the Angel quietly, as he
guided the man to the fires of Hell. |