He did not even raise his hand to the door knocker as the heaviness of guilt and same of his many unconfessed sins brougnt him to despair. As the old man turned to walk away, he noticed that this gate, like all the other gates had never been opened.
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The Gate
The old man wept uncontrollably. “No. I knew about Him, but I never…” He sobbed so much he could not speak. He trembled as he heard his sentence:
The Gatekeeper
Once upon a time, an old man, a moral man, died. He walked along a path looking for a way to enter heaven. The first gate he came to had the inscription “The Gate of Good Deeds” posted high up on the iron bars. He clanged the iron door knocker and waited for he gatekeeper. Surely, the good deeds he had done; giving a hitchhiker a ride, praying for a sick neighbor, giving to the poor, would count in his favor. He was sure of it. The gatekeeper did not smile as he said, “God desires that everyone do good Read More