“President Donald Trump has sent a campaign fundraising email with the subject line ‘I want to try and get to Heaven.’” (Newsweek)
Faith is an opaque thing. No one sees who or what is on the other side.
Though philosophers hailed our eyes as the index of soul, human mind often projected from within on the optic screen the fabulous images archived in the personal as well as collective shelves. So, respecting our fellow wayfarers’ faith with due diligence is considered the interdenominational norm for the sojourners of our Mother Earth.
Based on the said email from President Trump, I hazard a guess that his mind is preoccupied sometime with the metaphorical green mile of his presidential journey. His recent request for a 15-dollar donation from his millions of magnanimous fans is a surety against the depletion of the golden means for deal making during the passage fraught with the chimerical creatures lurking in the shadows from here to eternity.
Apropos of the President’s desire to “get to Heaven”: While the democratic leader of the free world was mulling over the theological quandary on how to get to heaven, President Vladimir Putin and President Xi Jinping, the autocratic Dorian Grays of Russia and China, respectively, were engrossed in the morbid topic of harvesting human organs unendingly, growing “younger with age and perhaps even achieve immortality” during a military parade in Beijing “marking the 80th anniversary of the end of World War II.”
Though the hot mic moment between Xi and Putin happened spontaneously, their hot mic tease was tantamount to torture to President Trump, whose 4-day absence in public caused the press to tout Mark Twain quote, “The report of my death was an exaggeration.”
Anyway, I am a firm believer of the notion that no man should come between a faithful and their ardor for heaven. Not knowing whether it was kosher to wish Godspeed to the most powerful man in the world, I refrained from saying so for fear of committing a major faux pas. However, I felt it was my privilege to heed the President’s call for a donation. As I was fixing to pitch in my two mites into the coffer of the President via snail mail to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the starving children of Gaza crowded my mind, uncannily. While trying to find a proper way out for my poor self caught between the American President and the paupers of Gaza, Apostle Matthew, as if by deus ex machina, appeared in the nick of time to rescue me with a clarion call to compassion for the hungry and thirsty, homeless and helpless children of Gaza.
Methinks, the President will not miss my measly mites because his mega rich fans will be “putting their gifts into the [campaign] treasury.” [Luke 21:1]