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We have all learned to live with "voice mail" as a necessary
 part of modern life. But have you wondered,
what if God decided to install voicemail?"

 

 Imagine praying and hearing this:
Hi! Thank you for calling GOD. >
Please select one of the following options:

>Press 1 for Requests >Press 2 for Thanksgiving >Press 3
 for Complaints >Press 4 for All Other Inquiries.
Else wait for our Customer Support Executive.

 

What if God used the familiar excuse...
"I'm sorry, all of our angels are busy helping other sinners
 right now. However, your prayer is important
 to us and will be answered in the order it as received,
so please stay on the line."

Can you imagine getting these kinds of responses
as you call God in Prayer:
If you would like to speak to Ganeshji,
Press 1. For Lord Hanuman, Press 2. For Lord Krishna,
Sorry He is on Annual Leave!

For a directory of other God's & Angels, Press 3.
If you would like to hear Narad sing a Bhajan
while you are holding, please press 4.

To find out if a loved one has been assigned to Heaven,
Press 5, enter his or her PIN number, then press the 0 key.
 If you get a negative response, try area code 420 for (Hell).
 Our computers show that you have already prayed once
today. Please hang up and try again tomorrow.   
This office is closed for the weekend to observe a religious
 holiday.    Please pray again Monday after 9:30 AM.
If you need emergency assistance when this office is
closed, contact your local Priest at your neighbourhood
Temple.

 

THANK GOD,
HE DOESN'T HAVE VOICE MAIL AND LISTENS
WHENEVER WE PRAY!!!!!


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