GOD

He’s the disfunctional father. The guy who won’t give you money for lunch, but when you come home, he’s bought you a new bike.

Seriously, does God really even matter? Does he really even care if I believe in him or not? Look at it this way.

You got Mr. Jones over here. He believes in God. He believes in Heaven, Hell and the rest of it. He believes that if he’s good, he goes to Heaven and if he’s bad, he goes to Hell. So, why is he good? Because he’s got a reason. He wants to go to Heaven and he sure as shit doesn’t want to go to Hell. Right?

Then, there’s me. I’m an athiest. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in Heaven, Hell, angels, demons, Purgatory, none of it. Not a shred of it. But, I still do my best to be a good person, even if I falter sometimes. In the end, I try to make up for my mistakes, I apologize and work hard to clean up what I mess up.

Now, both of us die at the same moment, and both of us stand before the sword of fire for judgement.

Mr. Jones over there, he’s believed in this all his life. He’s been a good God fearing soul. A legitmately good person.
Me, I’m an athiest. I don’t believe in none of it. Yeah, I’m wrong, but that really doesn’t matter now.

God, he looks each of us over and what does he see?

One guy who was good because he was either afraid of being punished or wanted the reward.
One guy who was good because… well, he really didn’t believe in punishment or reward, he just believed it was the right thing to do.

One of us did it for a reward and the other did even though we didn’t believe there was a reward.

Who goes into Heaven first?