My View Of Heaven

I also am looking forward to what will be absent.

 No more weeping, no more pain, no more death. I’ll be out of a job. That sounds really good. I wonder what I will do. Sitting on a cloud playing a harp all day is not going to cut it for me.

 I hope I still get dirty, sweat and feel the strain in my muscles followed by a cold glass of water. No more envy over someone else’s bank account or home by the beach. No more bills!!! No more fear of rejection or being abandoned. I hope I do get to be alone sometimes though. I get a little frazzled when I’m around people all the time.

Peace.   Real peace. Everlasting, “will not go away because of a situation” peace. No loneliness. No boredom. I kind of want to be hungry sometimes. NO FAT!!! I wonder what I will look like. I hope it looks more like the younger me. Maybe there won’t be any mirrors in heaven. No vanity.

I also would like to be tired after a long day of work or play. I would also love to be able to get a good night’s rest and wake up feeling totally alive. No more restless, sleepless nights. No more allergies, dry eyes, headaches or disease. Doctors will join me in the unemployment line.

 I wonder what kind of job placement and retraining programs they will have in heaven. I really like work. We were made to work. God works. I wonder what kind of work there will be. I hope I don’t get assigned to the plumbing area.

I hope animals are in heaven, especially dogs. Another job I don’t want is picking up after them. I did enough of that on this earth.

I wonder if I’ll be able to sing better in heaven. I would like to be able to play the piano. Hopefully I’ll enjoy practicing a lot more than I did here. Never really wanted to paint or sculpt. But I do enjoy looking at art. Will impressionists be allowed in heaven? My wife will be really sad if there are not some really good novels in heaven. She might even like to write one. Since she likes historical fiction, she should have plenty of people to talk to that could help her with her research. I hope we won’t  know everything all at once. Half of the fun of doing that writing for her will be the research.

I think I would really like to learn to fly. I’d even like to use an airplane on occasion. Swimming under water for more than a minute would be exciting also. Do you think we will be able to breathe underwater? Wouldn’t that be different? I’m kind of fond of oxygen presently.

I wonder who I will bump into in heaven. Other than Jesus (of course), I would love to have some lengthy conversations with Paul, John and Joshua. I really don’t know who else will be there, but I hope I’ll see Thomas Jefferson and Abe Lincoln. I would love to listen to Ben Franklin and Will Rogers. Hopefully there will be some present day politicians there. I have some serious questions I would like to ask them. For instance, how did we get so far away from God in our society? I also want to corner some of the brilliants minds of today and ask why we don’t have a car that gets 100 mpg yet.

There are two rooms I want to visit when I get to heaven. The first room is the “Why” room. Why did President Kennedy and Abe Lincoln get shot? Why did my friend’s son die so young? Some questions would be less serious. Why did the dinosaurs all die… or did they? Why do we need mosquitoes?   Where do crop circles come from? Are there Aliens and are they in heaven also?

The second is the “What would have happened if…” room. What would have happened if I had gone to Annapolis instead of WVU? What would have happened if I had studied hard enough to become a doctor? Actually that would be in the “why” room under, “why couldn’t I concentrate on my studies more?”

I enjoy thinking about what heaven will be like. I can’t wait to get there. I know it is going to be better than I could ever imagine.    It makes me want to take as many people with me as I can. But I think I would like to see my grandchildren first. Oh, no selfishness in heaven either.