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Sir,
A policeman stood and faced his God. It was judgement day which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now policeman. How shall I deal with you; have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?”
The policeman squared his shoulders and said, “No, Lord, I guess I didn’t because those of us who carry sign of remorse given that no action has been taken to call them to account. Besides, government can’t be everywhere, as indicated by the increase of criminal activities, especially at night. We can’t live like this.
Fear
We are clearly heading towards a situation where people may soon take the law into their own hands, as witnessed in many recent incidents. We don’t want this either. This political unrest has instilled fear among badges can’t always be saints. I’ve had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough; and sometimes I’ve been violent, because the streets are awfully tough.
Overtime
“But I never took a penny that wasn’t mine to keep, though I’ve worked a lot of overtime even when the bills got just too steep.
I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear; and sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears. I know I don’t
deserve a place among the people here. They never wanted me around except to calm their fears. If you have a place for me here, Lord, it need not be so grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
There was defining silence all around the throne where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly for the judgement of his God. “Step forward now, policeman, you’ve borne your burdens well. Come walk a beat on Heaven’s streets, you’ve done your time in hell.”
The Bishop