Maybe it is because I am getting older but I find myself wondering more and more about heaven, and if there is in fact any such thing.
My rational self says it is fantasy, designed to help people deal with their fear of death, but I wonder.
When my mother died I could have sworn my father was in the room. My brother felt the same thing. There we were looking at his picture by her bedside and I swear his eyes were shining. Was it grief or desire or a trick of light? Maybe.
When my grandmother Florence died her last words were Thank you Jesus I am catching the Train to Happiness. She, unlike me, never doubted.
A friend of mine suggested I read Mitch Albom's book The Five People You Meet in Heaven. I usually don't read that kind of thing, but it was a short book so I decided I would check it out. I loved the book and it made me ask the question: what would my idea of heaven be?
Oklahoma circa 1958. I am a kid looking for crawdads with my Daddy. We are going to go fishing with my grandparents and in his nasal Okie accent he is singing You get a line and I'll get a pole honey...You get a line and I'll get a pole babe...You get a line and I'll get a pole and we'll go fishin in a crawdad hole...honey baby mine.
Silly but true.
Albom's book begins with the death of an old man named Eddie who dies trying to save a little girl's life and who believes his own life has been a waste. Then he meets the five people...his five people in heaven...who help him see the purpose to his life and make him understand that all of us are connected to one another and each of us have our own special place in heaven.
So, if there is a heaven, what would yours be?
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