Have you seen the RedBull commercial with St. Peter pacing in front of the pearly gates? He's aggravated that while he used to decide whom should receive wings, now everyone is getting wings by drinking RedBull. Most frustrating.

It never occurred to me before, but the traditional view of St. Peter pits him as nothing more than a glorified (no pun intended) doorman! That's what should be frustrating. I can see the day God handed out the assignments. Peter anxiously opens his envelope, then his face registers shock, a tear enters the corner of his eye, his whole body droops. "Doorman? Doorman?! I was the first Pope for cryin' out loud!"

Think he's looking over the edge, shaking his head, muttering, "Give it up, John Paul. Wait till you see what they've got lined up for you."

---Gene