Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25365080-20150415161651

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- Father Brown and father Edward sat face-to-face in their sofas, sipping cappuccino from white porcelain cups as they gazed out through a large coffee house window facing the busy street outside. Both of them had been very industrious preachers before they retired a few weeks ago, and now they were trying to adapt to their new, more leisurely lifestyle. "Brown?" Father Edward said suddenly. "What?" "You know, it just occurred to me that despite having spent most of our lives persuading people to do good so that they may go to heaven, we have absolutely no idea what heaven is like." "Sure we do. It's the most beautiful place one could imagine." Father Brown said. "Yes, we all know that. But how should we define 'the most beautiful place'?" Father Edward refused to let go of the subject so easily. "The Bible did give a description of the Garden of Eden--but technically speaking, that was only a very small part of the heavenly realm. So let's put it in this way--what is afterlife like for the true believers of God?" "Interesting question. So what do you think?" "Well, I can only guess, of cause." Father Edward rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But I do believe that the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to a person was to be allowed to relive the happiest moments of his life repeatedly." "Sounds like Hollywood nonsense if you ask me." "But why not? For example, what's your best moments in life?" Father Brown hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, it's hard to say. I've never been married, so family life is out of the question. As for my old man--I haven't talked to him ever since we had that fight over me becoming a reverend a few decades ago." Father Edward smiled wryly. "In that case maybe you should try to enjoy life while you still can, just in case the angels find your life so uninteresting that they can't pick out anything worth reliving when you arrive in heaven." "Oh, shut up. We all know that earthly happiness is of no importance. It's the afterlife that matters." "That's what I thought before, yet considering what we've just discussed--" "As you said yourself, it's only a guess." "But just humor me, will you? Suppose that heaven IS indeed a place where we relive our happiest moments in life, and you're asked to choose one episode of your life to relive again and again for all eternity--what would your choice be?" Father Brown laughed. "That sure is a difficult question to answer. I've devoted my entire life to the service of our Lord, which left me virtually no time to pursue personal comfort. Huh, let's see." he took a sip of his coffee, and said: "How about the hours we spent together in this coffee house? After all, It's one of the few pleasures I've allowed myself to have." "So you plan to spend eternity in the cheapest cafe in the neighborhood? Man, that sounds grim." "Oh, shut up." "How about taking a vacation? Surely there's--" But father Edward never got to finish his sentence. The brick wall beside them exploded inwards as a heavy delivery truck swung out of control and smashed headlong into the coffee house. The two fathers barely had time to react before they were buried under tons of bricks and twisted metal. -

Father Brown and father Edward sat face-to-face in their sofas, sipping cappuccino from white porcelain cups as they gazed out through a large coffee house window facing the busy street outside. Both of them had been very industrious preachers before they retired a few weeks ago, and now they were trying to adapt to their new, more leisurely lifestyle. "Brown?" Father Edward said suddenly. "What?" "You know, it just occurred to me..." 