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Ed's Observation
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Last Sunday Ed reached out to me and I felt it was an excellent message to share on Christmas Day. Here's what he sent:
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"Thanks for the great job you do helping people/do it yourselfers. I am very curious about what you said in Sunday's edition about "getting to Heaven". Was what you
said done as humor or were you serious? I am not taking you to task about this but my curiosity was piqued."
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First and foremost I have to come clean about my comment about putting $500 in Kathy's pocket should she precede me in death. That humorous idea came from my best
friend in Cincinnati, OH - Richard Anderson.
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When Richard's wife Linda called Kathy and me with the sad news about having to send him back to Heaven, she recounted the story about how he had told her,
"Linda, if I die first be SURE to put $300 in my pocket so I can pay your way into
Heaven."
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Richard had a tremendous sense of humor and the LOVE he and Linda shared between one another was as brilliant as the sun is in the sky on a clear New Hampshire day.
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I can see him saying that to Linda and I can hear her giggle or come back with a quip about how HE would be the one needing a bribe so he could cross the threshold of the Pearly Gates!
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If you want to know all about Richard's other
great qualities, I suggest you go here.
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The other half of last week's humor about Heaven involved the Catholic practice/history of indulgences. No doubt books have been written about the topic. Perhaps other religions have these but I'm not
certain.
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But before I get into that, I truly believe that God has a sense of humor. You need that context to understand my comment from last week's issue.
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The more trips around the sun I make, the more I'm in awe of how the Catholic Church has mastered the power of
psychology.
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Countless times in past issues of this newsletter I've referenced how psychology is used on you every day. Just this past week I shared with you a letter I wrote for those of the next generation. It was published by the Epoch Times. If you've not read that letter, do so and share it with young people. The last part of the letter gives examples of how psychology is used on you every day to get you to do things you might not otherwise do.
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Scarcity, the most powerful of all psychological buttons, is pushed constantly by the Catholic Church. They want to make getting to Heaven SCARCE. If it was EASY to get into Heaven, then the Church wouldn't have much power over you. Get
it?
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Please understand that what follows is what Sister Mary Elephant taught me in grade school religion class. It's been dredged up from my tiny gray cells so it may not be altogether accurate. But it's my story.
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Hundreds of years ago the Church invented indulgences. In their infinite wisdom, the Church created a holding cell for all of us before we could get into Heaven. It was called Purgatory. After you died, you'd go there and serve some time until you
could finally start playing a harp up in Heaven.
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The more you sinned on Earth, the longer you'd have to be uncomfortable in Purgatory. It's probably where the phrase pay for your sins originated. You'd pay in Purgatory with your time.
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Past popes decided to use the psychological button of reciprocity and created indulgences. You could buy them hundreds of years ago. Think of indulgences as holy hall passes. Popes sold these to kings
and wealthy people to stuff the Vatican's coffers with gold and riches.
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If you had ENOUGH indulgences, you could bypass Purgatory and enter Heaven immediately upon dying. Remember playing Monopoly and getting that magic yellow card you could get in Monopoly where you advance around the board and go directly to Go and collect $200?
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The indulgences morphed into tiny treats for us small folk who didn't have chests of gold to give to the popes. At the end of
lots of prayers in my giant missal, you could get an indulgence of a week or two, and sometimes longer, if you said the prayer.
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One day I found a prayer in my missal that had a three year's worth of indulgence. Often these prayers had a limit where you could only say it once a month. Not this bad boy!
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