Sunday, 14 June 2009
I know we're supposed to turn into fluffy-winged-harp-carrying-happy-happy-angels, but what do you do? How long are the days? It's supposed to be beautiful, but don't you get tired of the same landscape?
I know I'm supposed to go if I'm a Christian, accepted Jesus Christ into my heart, and believe that he is my lord and savior. No matter what my sins are, I'm forgiven and allowed in. But what happens if Saint Peter looks at me and looks back at the party list and says, "You have to wait a bit in purgatory"?
I always imagined heaven as a start over kind of thing. I become a child and play with Jesus forever, and all the saints tell me stories and what not. But when do you get tired of the same thing everyday? How is it that God has all the archangels that fight and then he has us? I've always wanted to be a warrior of God like Joan of Arc and Saint Michael, but when do I get called?
I know this is just a bunch of questions, but that's the only way I can blog about heaven: constant questions. My granny supposedly went to heaven once when her heart stopped beating during childbirth with my mom. She explained it as wonderful singing, Psalm 23, and beauty beyond your mind. That doesn't help me, Granny. But it made me stop crying at her funeral. I wanna know what it's like, because I don't get it. I know you don't have to get it, but all I can think is 'I can fathom that, but what can i do'?
Do you get what heaven is supposed to be like?