Mr. Bloomberg was introspective as he spoke, and seemed both restless and wistful. When he sat down for the interview, it was a few days before his 50th college reunion. His mortality has started dawning on him, at 72. And he admitted he was a bit taken aback by how many of his former classmates had been appearing in the “in memoriam” pages of his school newsletter .But if he senses that he may not have as much time left as he would like, he has little doubt about what would await him at a Judgment Day. Pointing to his work on gun safety, obesity and smoking cessation, he said with a grin: “I am telling you if there is a God, when I get to heaven I’m not stopping to be interviewed. I am heading straight in. I have earned my place in heaven. It’s not even close.”
Dear Mr. Bloomberg,
If you ever plan to be in Middle Tennessee—or anywhere close—please let me know, and I will buy you whatever healthful beverage you prefer for a time of important conversation.
I am significantly concerned by your statement above. This very week, we look back on an event which proves that no one will ever earn their place in Heaven. No one. If it took the death of God’s Son to expunge our guilt, it is the height of arrogance to believe that anything we could ever do would suffice.
Please, get my contact information from the NSA, and let’s get together.
Bob Allen – a man who definitely doesn’t deserve Heaven, but has been given a ticket in, regardless… and wants to see you there, too. Honestly.