[ WP ] Entry into Heaven is n't based on good deeds , but your answer to a queston : `` Why ? `` .

Bright lights illuminated the outskirts of the room. The child sat across from Him. His presence filled the room and left all in awe, except this child. The child sat in pure innocence, his feet dangling above the ground unable to just reach it. 
 
 Angels stood in a ring around the child and Him. Their sullen faces downcast in fear and respect for Him. Their hands were clasped behind their backs where their flowing garments fell to the ground. With seven pairs of glowing eyes looking upon him the child shrunk in his seat. The child was not aware of who sat in front of him or who stood around him. 
 
 He opened his mouth to speak to the child but before He could the child spoke out. 
 
 “ Who are they? ” The child asked as he looked at the angels. In response He looked up at the angels and nodded. They took two steps backwards into the light and away from the child. 
 
 “ They are my creations. ” His voice did not boom across the room, nor did it shake the very bones of the child but instead it washed over the child sending shivers down his spine. His voice was one of tiredness and sadness, one that had seen many years of pain and disappointment. A voice so very human. 
 
 “ You made them? ” The child asked with a shudder. 
 
 “ They are mine, yes. ” 
 
 “ Did you make me too? ” He looked upon the child with a small sad smile. 
 
 “ I did. ” 
 
 “ But I already have a daddy. ” The child protested, His eyebrows scrunched together in a brief moment of pain. 
 
 “ I made him too. ” 
 
 “ No you did n't, Grandpa did! ” If He had a heart it would have dropped. He opened his mouth to speak once more but instead he closed it and sat in silence with the child. The child sensing that He had been hurt in some way tried to make amends. The child hopped off of his chair and took two steps over to Him. The child took His hand in his own and looked up into His eyes with such childish innocence that He could not help but shed a tear. 
 
 “ Can I ask you a question now? ” He asked the child, withdrawing His hand from the child ’ s. 
 
 “ Sure! ” The child went back to his seat and tried once more to sit so his feet would hit the ground. 
 
 “ Why? Why do n't you believe in me? ” His voice cracked with sadness and another tear fell from His eye. 
 
 The child looked back into His eyes with confusion. 
 
 “ Because no one else does. ” The child replied, suddenly grasping who He was. 
 
 He looked up and stared at His angels, wiping away His tears, they looked back at Him and with a nod stepped forward. They grasped the child's arms and lifted the child off the chair. The child began to protest and tried to break free. The child began to scream at Him, the child's voice cut through Him like a knife. He stood up and turned away from the child, not wanting to look anymore. 
 
 “ I'm so, so sorry. ” He said, choking on His words. “ All you had to do was believe, why does no one believe? ” Tears fell from His eyes and He fell to His knees. Sobbing he put a hand to His face and uttered once more. “ Why does no one believe? ”
