I know, I know — nobody comes right out and says it that
bluntly. Of course they don’t.
But lots of people think it. Or, more accurately, are a
little afraid it might be.
Here’s one example of someone who does, and I’m sure you’ve
heard dozens of similar comments, often at funerals:
“… if there is a heaven, and right now I am sure hoping there is, I like to think my grandfather is just making the turn at nine. A smile on his face from ear to ear because he can walk carrying his own golf bag. His eyesight that was taken from him in the early 90s is back and he doesn't see the world in shadows anymore. That his hearing, taken from him at about the time as his sight has returned. He can hear the birds singing in the trees and the sound of his persimmon driver compressing a golf ball 300 yards down the middle of the fairway.”
Because if my favourite thing isn’t to be found in heaven, I
simply can’t imagine living for eternity without it. And life without it would
be … well, if not ‘boring’ exactly, at least deficient in some way.
Or just maybe my concept of God’s love is a few sizes too
small.