Sunday, February 14, 2010


While walking down the street one day, a powerful
senator of the Philippines is tragically hit by a
truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met
by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you
settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom
see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in." says the senator.

"Well, I'd like to but I have orders from higher-up.
What we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and
one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in
Heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules." And with that, St.
Peter escorts the senator to the elevator and he goes
down, down, down to Hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a
green golf course. In the distance is a club and
standing in front of it are all his friends and other
politicians who had worked with him, everyone is very
happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, hug
him, and reminisce about the good times they had while
getting rich at expense of the people. They play a
friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and

Also present is the Devil, who really is a very
friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling
jokes. They are having such a good time that, before
he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him
a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The
elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on
Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit Heaven."
So 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of
contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing
the harp and singing. They have a good time and before
he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter
returns. "Well then, you've spent a day in Hell and
another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity." He
reflects for a minute, then the answers: "Well,
would never have thought it, I mean Heaven has been
delightful, but I think I would be better off in

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes
down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the
elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his
friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and
putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to the
senator and lays an arm on his neck.

"I don't understand," stammers the senator. Yesterday
I was here and there was a golf course and club and we
ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great
time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and
my friends look miserable.

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we
were campaigning. Today you voted for us!"