Praise

September 16, 2010

IT GETS BETTER

UP HIGHER!

Two ladies went to church visitation, one of whom was wealthy.  Robed in furs, she drove a luxury car and had the best of everything.  Assigned to visit a poor part of town, she and her partner pulled in the parking lot of a run-down apartment building on the wrong side of the tracks.  The grass hadn't been cut, and the shrubs hadn't been trimmed.  Broken toys littered the ground, and graffiti covered the building.

The wealthy woman was horrified by the terrible living conditions.  She said to her visitation partner, "How can anyone live in a place like this?"

The partner had previously visited the lady who lived in a third-floor apartment.  She said to the wealthy women, "It gets better up higher."

Getting out of the car, they approached the steps.  The sidewalks were dirty, and trash lay everywhere.  Appalled, the wealthy woman said, "How can anyone live in a place like this?"

Again, her partner replied, "It gets better up higher."

They climbed steps to the third floor.  The handrail was falling off, and filth covered the stairwell.  Disgusted, the wealthy woman repeated, "How can anyone stand to live in a place like this?"

Her partner said, "It gets better up higher."

When they knocked on the door, a little, old lady let them in.  The apartment was dark, dingy, and dirty.  When they sat down, the old lady thanked them for coming ad talked about how good God is and about how beautiful heaven is going to be.

The wealthy woman didn't  hear a word she said; all she thought about were the terrible living conditions of this dear, old saint.  Shocked and dismayed, she couldn't  hold her revulsion in any longer.  She blurted out, "How can you stand to live in a place like this?"

The old woman replied, "It gets better up higher!"

REJOICE:  Heaven is a glorious place filled with praise to the Lamb of God.

--Harold Vaughan--