So God opened a large can of tuna and reached for a chunk of rye bread, and he and Mother Teresa shared it.

While eating this humble meal, Mother Teresa looked down into Hell and saw the inhabitants devouring huge steaks, lobsters, pheasants, pastries, and wines. Curious, but deeply trusting, she remained quiet.

The next day, God again invited her to join him for a meal. Again, it was tuna and rye bread. Once again, Mother Teresa could see the denizens of Hell enjoying caviar, champagne, lamb, truffles, and chocolates. Still, she said nothing.

The following day, mealtime arrived, and another can of tuna was opened. She couldn't contain herself any longer. Meekly, she said, "God, I am grateful to be in Heaven with you as a reward for the pious, obedient life I led. But, here in Heaven, all I get to eat is tuna and a piece of rye bread, and in the Other Place, they eat like emperors and kings! I just don't understand."

God sighed. "Let's be honest," he said. "For just two people, does it really pay to cook?"