Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Heaven


There's a country song that says, "If Heaven were an hour it would be twilight, when the fireflies start their dancing on the lawn." I love that. When asked if there would be dogs in Heaven, Billy Graham replied that since Heaven was supposed to be filled with that which makes us happy, and his dog makes him happy, then yes. There will be dogs in Heaven. I know when we get there we will feel no pain, only joy. But some things do make us more joyful than others, don't they? Which ones would we choose if we could make that choice? I could use a little piece of Heaven right now. I know it will be exponentially better than anything I can imagine right now. Imagine how safe and secure, and loved, we will feel in the presence of God.

But if I could fill Heaven with little pieces of life on Earth, what would it look like? I think Heaven should be filled with sweet little children running through the sprinklers, squealing with delight. And forget the harp music. Maybe some Norah Jones for the soundtrack, or Kenny Chesney singing songs that he wrote just for me. If the weather turns cold and windy, George Winston will definitely be there with his giant blue grand piano. It would be nice if the voice of God were a young Robert Redford. Or James Earl Jones - soothing yet strong and safe. Heaven would be filled with deep purple lisianthus and pink peonies. There would be an endless supply of blackberry pie, and my grandmother's cooking. She would be there too, doing what she loved best. She would tell me all the stories about her childhood. And this time I would listen, instead of secretly rolling my eyes and cursing my sister for not being the one who got "caught" by Grandma's stories that day. She would always smell exactly the way I remember her. My dad would be there, and he would be teaching me how to dance like he did when I was 13 years old and nervous about my first high school dance. He would show no signs of aging, just the young exuberant man he has always been. I could sail with my dad and my brother every day if I wanted, because the water and wind would always be perfect. My girls wouldn't be there yet, but when they got there we would all sing songs together before we fell asleep, like we did when they were very small. There will be an endless loop of 'Life is Beautiful' playing, even though I would probably change the ending a bit. There would be a French cafe on every corner that served chocolate crepes and good Champagne. And all the French bread and Mimolette cheese I could eat. We could see the Big Dipper, the Southern Cross, and all of the other constellations close up. And I'm pretty sure I could talk God into letting me float around the brightest part of the Milky Way for awhile.

I know I'm dreaming and not dreaming nearly big enough. Like I said, it will be beyond our wildest imaginations. But it was fun to imagine for just a few minutes.

7 comments:

John said...

This is beautifully painted picture, Steph! Dreaming aloud becomes you.

It's amazingly coincidental too, because just two minutes ago as I was driving back home after a softball game I opened both of my windows and said, "God, I hope heaven is an endless summer night."

Honest, I did! :)

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

It sounded pretty good to me...! Because, in the end I think those are the things that are umtinately important to us...Those we love...Being reunited with them and the best parts of them....Great comfort food....Beautiful clouds, the sea, nature...Etc.

I would add that in my case That I could Eat Anything I wanted and not gain weight...! (lol)

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

"ULTIMATELY"...sorry about that....lol!

Slim said...

Endless supplies of chocolate. And a beach house with enough rooms for my family and a porch overlooking the ocean.

And...I gotta ask, what do people SEE in Kenny Chesney?! I don't find that man the least bit attractive. And his songs are a little cheesy for my taste. I guess when I come to visit your place in heaven you'll be playing Nora. I can handle that.

brad johnson said...

Steph....you write from an artistic place within you; a beautiful place, with enough whimsy to make your words soft and enough wisdom to make their meaning hefty.

You are truly amazing.

Steph said...

Slim ~ I can say this much...it's not his looks! It's that voice. It just soothes me. :)
But yeah, we'll but some Norah on and call it a day.

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