The
Phone Call
While on vacation in Rome, I noticed a marble column in
St. Peter’s with a golden telephone on it. As a young priest passed by, I asked
who the telephone was for.
The priest told me it was a direct line to heaven, and if
I’d like to call, it would be a thousand dollars. I was amazed, but declined
the offer. Throughout Italy, I kept seeing the same golden telephone on a
marble column. At each, I asked about it and the answer was always the same: It
was a direct line to heaven and I could call for a thousand dollars.
Then, I traveled to Ireland for the final leg of my trip.
I decided to attend Mass at a local village church. When I walked in the door I
noticed the golden telephone.
Underneath it there was a sign stating: “DIRECT LINE TO
HEAVEN: 25 cents.” “Father,” I said, “I have been all over Italy and in all the
cathedrals I visited, I’ve seen telephones exactly like this one. But the price
is always a thousand dollars. Why is it that this one is only 25 cents?”
The priest smiled and said, “Darlin’, you’re in Ireland
now. It’s a local call.”
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