The Mohammed Story

The Mohammed Story


    President Obama dies and finds himself before the Pearly Gates.
                           
    He is very excited; all his life he's had a secret wish & longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
                           
    Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, Barrack meets a man with a beard.  'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
                           
    'No, my son. I am Peter.  Mohammed is higher up.'  Peter then points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.
                           
    Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides, climbs through the clouds and, coming to another room, he meets another bearded man.
                           
    He asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?
                           
    'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.'
                           
    Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy he climbs the ladder yet again.
                           
    He discovers an even larger room where he meets another man with a beard.  Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?
                           
    'No, I am Jesus... You will find Mohammed higher up.'
                           
    Mohammed higher than Jesus!  Wow!  Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher.
    Once again, he reaches an even larger room where he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question:  'Are you Mohammed?...' as he gasps.  Totally out of breath from all his climbing.
                           
    'No, my son....  I am Almighty God.  But you look exhausted.  Would you like a cup of coffee..?'
                           
    'Yes! Please, my Lord'
                           
    God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out:  'Hey Mohammed-- two coffees!' 


When I first read this, I laughed.  So human.   Putting things and people down... Laughing at their situations.  Yet, it came to me, that the Mohammed of the story, has a very high position. A slave in the house of God. The personal servant of The Lord God of the Universe. How wonderful it must be to be able to bring a cup of coffee to God. To merely be in His presence.

You know, I have committed grievous sins. Even after coming to Jesus. The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is the certain knowledge that I am going to heaven.  I might be a lowly menial servant, but I will be in the presence of God.  Imagine!  Even being allowed to sleep on the floor of God’s palace! To be allowed to serve him a cup of coffee!  Merely to be in His Presence. To know that even though I fall short of the (often self-set) mark here, I will gain my heavenly reward. 

That humbling thought sustains me.  Thank you Jesus.

Agape
Lee