Confession: Sometimes I think everything that is wrong with me can be summed up in this pithy statement (gravediggers and headstone carvers take note): She had no idea what to think about heaven.
I’m not even going to begin to delve into the history of my confusion surrounding the afterlife –
- my early misunderstandings of Scriptural imagery
- the hot and heavy controversy into which I was born regarding the prefixes a- and pre- and everything in between
- the enlightened new teaching I slogged through as a teenager
- a few fiction fantasies that failed to convince
- and the very disturbing book of Revelation, which so far I do not understand although I have tried (believe me) extremely hard.
Oops. I delved.
I’ve read the words of Christ, I’ve read Lewis and Alcorn (not to put them on the same level with Him or anything), I’ve read accounts of the afterlife by survivors (nor them either, some of whom may be spoofing), and to be honest, when I come to the end of all my reading I see that I know less than I did. I am almost convinced that that is the point of the original scripts: to create a yearning for what will be, while drawing sketch lines and a veil around what will be. I have yet to find a description that captivates my heart – other than – WITH CHRIST.
Which I know, one hundred percent, will be enough.
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know? To what books, people, or other resources could you point me for greater understanding?
Brringbrring. Calling all knowledge of heaven.
This may be a party line, but no fighting, please.
Header art created by my daughter Kelly.