Iíve been thinking a lot about heaven lately.
Thatís the way it is when the shine wears off this planet.
This earth just is not enough anymore.
This life offers some awesome moments, like when Mt. Blanca takes my breath away, or Smiley comes to give me a hug when he visits his mom at work, or when I am with my family, and we are laughing.
But when my Frecklesí kidneys begin to fail, when I visit someone in a nursing home whose life is physical therapy, dinner and half a room, when I face my own mortality and that of those I love, this earth is not enough.
I want a place without dying, without tears, without pain. Thatís how I think of heaven, mostly, as a place without Ö without the bad things I experience and witness here on earth.
Thatís how John the Apostle described it, too, in the last book of the Bible Ö no more tears, no more death, no more seas to separate people.
When John also described the vision of a glorious place where gates are comprised of single pearls, streets are transparent gold, everyone is happy, and God is physically huggable, itís harder to comprehend. I canít realistically picture it. Itís beyond me. Iíve never been to a place like that.
Itís kind of like a friend of mine whose marriage ended, not by his choice, and he mourned the loss, but when he met someone who embraced him with a love he had never known before, he told me, ďI never knew I could be this happy.Ē
Heaven will be like that.
Itís kind of like when I went under anesthesia recently and someone else made sure I had the oxygen I needed, and when I woke up it felt like I had breathed more fully than before.
Taking in the air of heaven will be like that.
Whatever place on earth we have visited that was so magnificently beautiful we felt we could stay there forever, heaven will be more wonderful than that.
It will be a place of no more ó death and sadness ó and a place of so much more ó life and happiness.