I was chatting to a Christian the other day about
heaven. No need to mention that I think
the whole idea is way beyond bat shit but my friend is a big believer. He cited experiences involving people who had
clinically died and met people in the yonder life. I wasn’t happy with this. Firstly, I want an induction if I do go to
heaven. Where do you go to the toilet
for instance? How mortified would you be
if you got to heaven desperately needing a poo, crouched down to dump on a
cloud and was immediately surrounded by angels and God himself asking you “What
the hell do you think you’re doing?”.
Secondly, who do you get to meet in heaven? Is it just direct family? And how many generations does it go back? Am I going to meet Henry 8 VIII? And what age are they? For instance, I’d be over the moon if I could
meet Marilyn Monroe but I don’t want to meet a young Monroe, I want to meet her
when she’s about 30ish. Is that my
choice or hers? And what about
animals? I do want to meet my old dog
Mau Mau but I don’t want all animals to be in heaven. I don’t want to come across any wasps in
heaven, or spiders.
Any road, the other weekend the family and I went up to Cathedral
Cavern in the Lakes and then had a walk over Slaters Bridge. We stopped for a while to admire the
scenery. As I stood by the mirror still
river being gently brushed by a warm breeze, dragonflies flew and cotton grass
waved. Cattle grazed on the other side
of the water and I was surrounded by mountains and fluffy clouds. My wife and son sat watching me until they
came running over to join me. How could
anyone not realise that we are in heaven now, I thought? And I dare say I could have had a poo
virtually anywhere without causing much fuss.
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