“After you die and go to heaven and meet your husband again, will he be thirty-three or seventy or eighty? And how old will you be? It would be strange for you, over seventy, to meet him at thirty-three.” I asked her one day.
She was Anglican and had a very strong faith. She firmly believed that after she died she would go to heaven, where she would be reunited with her very kind and handsome husband, who had died when he was thirty-three.
After confronting my question, She was confused, because she had never asked herself that question. She had just assumed that they would meet again.
Sometimes our faith is just that SIMPLE.
We never really question our beliefs because we still live in the past and hope for a better deal in the future.
However, I doubt our capacity to enjoy the Heaven, if we ever make it that far, given the fact that many of us can’t even appreciate the wonders of living, the bliss of modern civilization, and the miracle of simply being alive.
For me ( Though I admit I do need to remind myself often), Heaven is right here, at this moment, this place, with this very breath as I type out my heartfelt words with my fav rosemary tangerine tea at my service.
A favor needed! Do you have any thoughts or a more philosophical answer to the question” How old will you be in Heaven”? Please do share with me 🙂 Much appreciate it!
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