Humor

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As I climbed the stairs, my eyes squinted in the glare of the thousands of crystals that hung from the chandelier. I was able to comb my hair simply by looking down at the floor; the polish was astoundingly mirror-like. Maybe it was a mirror on the floor, but who puts mirrors on the floor? I’ve heard of them on the ceiling but never on the floor.

The gold frames that encased the portraits on the wall were mesmerizing. “Chuck, quit touching the pictures”, the boss man hissed through clinched teeth!

The house had a museum like aura about it that made me wonder if I should have wiped the mud off my shoes before tromping through the house and over at least one Persian rug. As rich as these people were, they could probably find someone that knew how to get stains out of a twenty thousand dollar rug. As I explained to the boss, we usually place our rugs at the door for the specific purpose of wiping off our boots and not scattered around bedrooms and living areas. These folks must really be neat freaks if they want you to wipe your feet in every room.

Donnie, my boss, told me to be very careful around the furniture. He said some of the pieces were worth more than his house. I laughed, “Yeah, right. Some of this junk has to be over a hunnert years old.” Sometimes I think he underestimates my smarts, uh, I mean jenus.

Upon finally reaching the master bathroom, my concern for the owners, who were touring Europe at the time, was at last confirmed. Nestled between the Jacuzzi and the swimming pool that served as a bathtub, were, not one, but two toilets!

“Hey Donnie, look, they got two sitters. How dumb is that? Man, you wouldn’t catch me in here with someone next to me. I think these rich city folks are into some really weird stuff. Let’s get this shower installed and get out of here!”

After Donnie explained that one of the platforms wasn’t actually a commode, but rather a device that squirts water… uh, never mind.

We finally left the mansion, after only getting lost twice in the maze of hallways, and headed back to the shop. Donnie commented on wishing he could afford something that nice.

My mind went to a mansion being constructed in Heaven by the Master Carpenter. I wondered what kind a place that was going to be. There are places that man has built that have stretched the limits of the imagination. Beauty and splendor such as I will never in this lifetime get to behold have been enjoyed by some that have lived on this earth. None will compare to what Jesus has gone to prepare.

After all, He created the earth with all of its mountains, rivers, seas, deserts, and everything that inhabits these places. He created the heavens with its stars and moons and planets and who knows what else is out there.

I’m beginning to think that not only has the half not been told, but that we can’t even imagine just a very small portion of what Heaven will truly be like.

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