The two souls floated upward, hand in hand. Mr. Andrews did not speak again, for he was filled with horror at the approaching tragedy. This man, so godless, so lawless, so cruel, so lustful, believed that he would be admitted into Heaven. And into what a heaven—a place full of the crude pleasures of a ruffian’s life on earth! But Mr. Andrews felt neither disgust nor moral indignation. He was only conscious of an immense pity, and his own virtues confronted him not at all. He longed to save the man whose hand he held more tightly, who, he thought, was now holding more tightly on to him. And when he reached the Gate of Heaven, instead of saying,” Can I enter?” as he had intended, he cried out, “Cannot he enter?”
And at the same moment the Turk uttered the same cry. For the same spirit was working in each of them.
From the gateway a voice replied, “Both can enter.” They were filled with joy and pressed forward together.
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Saturday, September 22, 2018
A Muslim and a Christian Enter Heaven in "Mr. Andrews" by E.M. Forster
I love this description of two souls, a Christian and a Muslim, ascending to heaven together in "Mr. Andrews" by E.M. Forster, my favorite story about what the afterlife is like:
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