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.I.P.s who rated private chariots). Even angels. Most passengers were humans dressed in conventional white and wearing ordinary halos. But a few were humans in costumes of various eras and topped off by larger and fancier halos. I noticed that angels were fairly polite to these creatures in the fancier halos. But they did not sit with them. Angels sat in the front of the car, these privileged humans in the middle part, and the common herd (including yours truly) in the rear.
I asked one of my own sort how long it took to reach the Throne.
'I don't know,' I was answered. 'I don't go nearly that far.
This soul seemed to be female, middle-aged, and friendly, so I used a commonplace opener. 'That's a Kansas accent, is it not?'
She smiled. 'I don't think so. I was born in Flanders.'
'Really? You speak very fluent English.'
She shook her head gently. 'I never learned English.'
'But -ґ
'I know. You are a recent arrival. Heaven is not affected by the Curse of Babel. Here the Confusion of Tongues took place... and a good thing for me as I, have no skill in languages - a handicap before I died. Not so here. 'She looked at me with interest. 'May I ask where you died? And when?'
'I did not die,' I told her. 'I was snatched up alive in the Rapture.'
Her eyes widened. 'Oh, how thrilling! You must be very holy.
'I don't think so. Why do you say that?'
'The Rapture will come - came? - without warning
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