Chapter 280

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After a long and satisfying life Doing The Lord’s Work, and Being His Vessel For Healing, Oral Roberts dies and appears at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter is approaching the end of a long, arduous day, and is not really into it at this point.

“Name?”, he asks, not looking up.

“Uh, sir? I’m Oral Roberts.”

St. Peter puts down his pen in surprise. “THE Oral Roberts?”

“Uh, sir, I’m the only Oral Roberts that I know of. I suspect that I am.”

St Peter muses. “Oral Roberts! Oral Roberts! My, my, my! Sir, please come with me God has been waiting for you!”

Oral Roberts responds, “Sir, as have I been waiting to meet Him! Lead me onward!”

St. Peter escorts his guest through Heaven, arriving at last at an imposing edifice, the House of God.

Oral Roberts is directed to enter, and, being a humble man, bows as he enters The Presence.

God greets him. “Oral Roberts! Oral Roberts! My son, I have been waiting a long time to meet you!”

“As have I been waiting to meet you, Lord! How may I serve you?”

“Oral Roberts! Oral Roberts! There is a question that I have been waiting to ask you.”

“Anything, Lord! Anything! If I have the answer, it is yours!”

“Oral Roberts! So, I have been having this pain, right over ... here. Think you can do anything about that?”

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After Quasimodo’s death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.

The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.

After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day when an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer’s job.

The bishop was incredulous. “You have no arms!”

“No matter, “said the man. “Observe!” And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.

The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.

Unfortunately, while rushing forward to strike the last bell of the song, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.

The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before.

As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, “Bishop, who was this man?”

“I don’t know his name,” the bishop sadly replied,... “but his face rings a bell”

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop resumed his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.

The first man to approach him said, “Your Excellency, I am the brother of the armless man who fell to his death yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to try to replace him.”

The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and armless man’s brother stooped, picked up a mallet and struck the bells as beautifully as had his brother. But as he finished, he groaned, clutched at his chest, fell to the floor and died on the spot.

Two monks, hearing the bishop’s cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.

“What has happened? Who is this man?” the first monk asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know his name,” sighed the distraught bishop, but “only that he’s a dead ringer for his brother.”