Alana was a fabulous concert pianist. She gave concerts all over the world. Critics raved. Audiences swooned.
“God has truly blessed you,” said Bethany.
“God has blessed me, my foot!” said Alana. “My talent is the result of hard work. I practised for hours as a kid. My ability has nothing to do with the fiction you call God. It has everything to do with me and me and me. Grow up.”
You wouldn’t believe it, but Alana died. “I had no idea that heaven was real,” said Alana arriving at the pearly gates. “I thought all this heaven stuff was a load of hogwash.”
“What would you like to do?” asked God (in a booming voice). “Who would you like to be?”
“I want to be the greatest pianist that ever existed,” said Alana.
WOOSH! Her request was answered immediately. There she was on a distant planet somewhere in the constellation of Piscis Austrinus. There sat the perfect grand piano. Alana began to play.
“I am truly blessed,” thought Alana.
Eventually it dawned on her. She was the only one on the planet.