Satan, let me in!

GK Chesterton once wrote this little parable:

“A man who was entirely carelss of spiritual affairs died and went to hell. And he was much missed on earth by his old friends. His business agent went down to the gates of hell to see if there was any chance of bringing him back. But though he pleaded for the gates to be opened, the iron bars never yielded. His priest also went and argued: ‘He was not really a bad fellow, given time he would have matured. Let him out, please!’ The gates remained stubbornly shut against all their voices. Finally, his mother came; she did not beg for his release. Quietly, and with a strange catch in her voice, she said to Satan: ‘Let me in.’ Immediately the great door swung open upon their hinges. For love goes down through the gates of hell and there redeems the dead.”

Quoted from The Holy Longing by Ronald Rolheiser, p, 90. Out of Chesterton’s The Everlasting Man.