By Rune B. Hansen
There was a big hotel. Many people were coming and going, some to the dining hall, some to their rooms, some were going to business meetings, and yet a few others wanted to go up with an elevator.
There were four elevators. One called “Buddha,” one called “Muhammed,” one called “Jesus,” and one called “the pope” (there are of course many “elevators” out there but let them be for a different story).
The first elevator, “Buddha,” was broken. Nobody could fix it. A few people really wanted to use this elevator and sat down to think long and hard about what to do. They meditated on this for ages, but no proper answer ever came out of it. The elevator remained broken, relatively speaking.
There were still more that wanted to go with the second elevator, “Mohammed.” They carefully read the instructions on the wall of the elevator and tried to follow them as best they could. They prayed and they fasted, they recited texts and tried to outweigh their bad deeds with their good ones. But the elevator went nowhere – simply nowhere. In frustration, some of them left it, proclaiming, “these instructions were FALSE, they never got us anywhere!”
Some did remain, confident that one day, having done their best to follow said instructions, they would finally be brought to the top floor. How wrong they were.
There was a third elevator, “Jesus.” Not many were willing to take this One. While the other elevators were broad and huge, this particular way, “Jesus,” was quite narrow. Certain things had to be left behind to fit in there, and most people, not wanting to part with their old belongings, kept at a distance. A few, however, turned away and entered in. Having now found their place, they witnessed a peace they had not found anywhere else in the world.
A sign on the wall said, “The way, the truth, the life.” Only one button, an “up”-button, was there – and it was pushed. It went to the Highest floor, and then down again. (You can still take it).
A fourth elevator was named “the pope.” It was made of gold and silver and precious stones and was very prestigious and spacious. All were allowed in. It was decorated with man-crafted figurines, some angelic, but mostly human. It was huge, and a fee had to be payed to enter in. Many chose to do so, and payed that costly price. Like the third elevator, this one had only one button. It read “the pope,” and had an upward arrow on it. It too, was pushed, and down it went.