|A woman arrives at the and meets Saint Peter. She says, “I was supposed to look up my husband when I got here.”
Saint Peter asks, “What’s his name?”
She answers, “Smith.”
Saint Peter replies, “I’ve got hundreds of thousands of Smiths here, could you narrow it down a little?”
She responds, “His name is John Smith.”
Saint Peter says, “I got thousands of John Smiths here, could you narrow it down a little?”
She answers, “He’s got red hair.”
Saint Peter replies, “I have hundreds of red haired John Smiths here, could you narrow it down a little?”
She responds, “Well, he told me to always remain faithful to his memory, or else he’d roll over in his grave!”
Saint Peter says, “Oh, you mean Pinwheel Smith!”
|Dolly Parton and Queen Elizabeth went to the Pearly Gates on the same day.
They both met with an angel to find out if they would be admitted to Heaven.
The angel said: “Unfortunately, there’s only one space in Heaven today so I must decide which one of you will be admitted.”
The angel asked Dolly if there was some particular reason why she should go to Heaven.
Dolly took off her top and said: “Look at these, they’re the most perfect breasts God ever created and I’m sure it will please God to be able to see them every day, for eternity.”
The angel thanked Dolly, and asked Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the same question.
The Queen walked over to a toilet, pulled the lever and flushed it without saying a word.
The Angel immediately said: “OK, your Majesty, you may go into Heaven.”
Dolly was outraged and asked, “What was that all about? I showed you two of God’s own perfect creations and you turned me down. She simply flushed a commode and she got admitted to Heaven! Would you explain that to me?”
“Sorry, Dolly,” said the Angel, “but even in Heaven, a royal flush beats a pair – no matter how big they are.”
|Three nurses sadly pass away. They rise up into heaven, and there they approach the gate-keeper to plead their case for entering paradise.
So the keeper points to the first nurse, who says: “I worked in an emergency room. I treated many people, and always did my best to help. And although sometimes we would lose patients, I still think I deserve to enter.”
The gate-keeper glances at her file and admits her to heaven.
The second nurse then says, ” I used to work in the operating room, assisting surgeons. It was a lot of stress, and we lost many people, but I always did my best.”
The keeper glances at her file and motions her to enter.
“And you?” He asks the third nurse.
“I was a case manager for a HMO. I worked with thousands of patients.” She answers confidently.
The gate-keeper takes a long and careful look at her file. He pulls out a calculator and starts entering digits quickly, looking back from time to time at the woman’s file. After a few minutes like this, the keeper looks up, smiles at her and says: “Congratulations! You’ve been admitted to heaven…for five days!”
|A man arrives at the gates of Heaven.
St. Peter asks, “Religion?”
“Methodist,” the man says.
St. Peter looks down his list, and says, “Go to Room 24, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.”
Another man arrives at the gates of Heaven.
“Go to Room 18, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.”
A third man arrives at the gates.
“Go to Room 11, but be very quiet as you pass Room 8.”
The man says, “I can understand there being different rooms for different religions, but why must we all be quiet when we pass Room 8?”
“Well, the Catholics are in Room 8,” St. Peter replies, “and they think they’re the only ones here.”
|An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, “How do you expect to get into Heaven?”
The boy thought it over and said, “Well, I’ll just run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, ‘For Heaven’s sake, Jimmy, come in or stay out!'”
The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, policeman,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?”
The policeman squared his shoulders,
And said, “No Lord. I guess I ain’t.
Because those who carry badges,
Can’t always be a saint.”
“I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough…
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
because the streets are awful tough.”
“But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.”
“And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears.”
“I know I don’t deserve a place,
among the people here.
The never wanted me around,
except to calm their fear.”
“If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But, if you don’t…I’ll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where saints had often trod,
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
“Step forward now, policeman,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in hell.”
|There once was a rich man who was near death. He was very grieved because he had worked so hard for his money and he wanted to be able to take it with him to heaven. So he began to pray that he might be able to take some of his wealth with him.
An angel hears his plea and appears to him. “Sorry, but you can’t take your wealth with you.” The man implores the angel to speak to God to see if He might bend the rules.
The man continues to pray that his wealth could follow him. The angel reappears and informs the man that God has decided to allow him to take one suitcase with him. Overjoyed, the man gathers his largest suitcase and fills it with pure gold bars and places it beside his bed.
Soon afterward the man dies and shows up at the Gates of Heaven to greet St. Peter. St. Peter seeing the suitcase says, “Hold on, you can’t bring that in here!”
But, the man explains to St. Peter that he has permission and asks him to verify his story with the Lord. Sure enough, St. Peter checks and comes back saying, “You’re right. You are allowed one carry-on bag, but I’m supposed to check its contents before letting it through.”
St. Peter opens the suitcase to inspect the worldly items that the man found too precious to leave behind and exclaims, “Why did you bring paving stones?”