"Aaaaah! Bed at last. I thought we'd never get here."
"I wish you'd slow down, Michael. You put in such long hours."
"Just till we pass this deadline........ O.K., don't tell me. I always say that; and then the next one looms. ... This bed is heaven."
"At least you were at home when the Morrison's arrived."
"What do you make of their story?"
"A strange one. Why would they do that? They're not loaded. All that money to a missionary couple going to Saudi Arabia, of all places."
"They've sure got religion in a big way. But Saudi? You can get your head chopped off trying to convert them. Why do that anyway? They're very devout, praying five times a day and all that - and if it gives them what they want...? Pass the sugar, darling. This last cuppa before lights out is the best."
"Mmmm... nearly as good as the first coffee in the morning. -- But does it give them what they want? I mean, are the Muslims really happy, Michael? If they have to blow themselves up to be sure about going to heaven, how happy are they really?"
"Well...... I suppose... But how sure are we, really? I mean, if I could be SURE, really SURE that something would get me to heaven, I wonder what I'd do to get it...... Have I ever told you you've got beautiful eyes?"
"Every second night......You'd kill innocent people and yourself? To get to heaven, I mean. Not you, my macho man. You're a softie at heart. Besides, what kind of heaven would it be under a god like that; if he wants such a horrible act from you to get there?"
"I'd have 72 virgins."
"Ha ha. The only person getting fun out of that would be the Muslim god watching you try to manage them. I'd like to be a fly on the wall."
"Give me a break, Sue. Wait till we put the light out... But you're right. Heaven shouldn't be about satisfying your lust. I'd much prefer my Sue to cuddle."
"James and Helen said they know they're going to heaven because of what Jesus did on the cross. They sure seemed positive."
"Another horrible act to get to heaven. We've seen The Passion, remember?"
"No, Michael, don't you see the difference? Jesus wasn't trying to get himself into heaven. All that ugliness on the Cross was to get US there. That actually makes it beautiful. It's not selfish; it's an amazing act of love. That's what Helen was explaining so enthusiastically --those two have come alive since that revival meeting. She said someone has to face God's anger for the all the bad things we do; and Jesus did it for us."
"Well, the world's sure in a mess."
"Yes, my darling man, and we're part of it........................ Why so quiet? What are you thinking?"
"......Do you think we could ever be really sure of going to heaven? I mean really -- like certain?"
"I don't know..................it would mean being forgiven by God for all the things we've messed up on. We can't undo them."
"That's the problem."
"If I was God, Michael, I'd get really mad at people killing innocent folk and themselves. It makes me mad and I'm not even God. But if I was God and my own Son deliberately chose a terrible death to make a way for others, how could I refuse Him? Denying them entry to heaven would mean denying my Son and all the agony He went through. Any God who did that would be worse than the Muslim's."
"You mean it wouldn't depend on our goodness, but on God's loving response to His Son?"
"Yes, yes. That's it. That's what Helen and James were trying to tell us. God the Father is acting out of love for His Son, and Jesus is acting out of love for us. It's no wonder Helen and James want to be part of telling the Muslims about that."
"I think we should invite them round again tomorrow.... say we want to talk some more."
"Oh Michael. I'm excited. I've got questions, but I'm excited."
"Me too. .. Now, come closer and give me a cuddle. Time for lights out.........Goodnight, Sweetie"
"Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams."
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