Heaven

I saw this in a comment/response posted on Livejournal

Heaven... it would be so unknowable as to be utterly foreign and perhaps even terrifying to our eyes

I used to wonder about forever. I think I was always looking beyond the now. Well, since middle school anyway. I have seen things I do not care to explain or understand. I have done things to myself in spiritual ways that were like a never healing wound on my soul.

I have been told over and over by friends that there is no god, that heaven, hell and god are just myths created to control the people. I have had my beliefs ridiculed and I still can't stop believing. Not to be contrary. Far from it.

I used to wonder (many moons ago) if it was just easier to not believe, to not look beyond the temporal. My spiritual upbringing was bent and broken at my own hands and it used to seem easier to just not believe. I couldn't stop. I have never been able to stop. Science tells me things I cannot explain, and I want to be still. But does it explain everything? Not to me.

None of that is relevant. My own inadequacies are not the point.

Lately I have been listening to a person I consider a friend as she struggles with mortality and the impending loss of a dearly loved family member. I want to tell her it will be ok. I don't know how. Words are so inadequate.

Many years ago, I made this choice and I remember reading revelation (of St. John) on a bus back to Virginia and we talked about the end of days and heaven and hell. Since then I have a different understanding of revelation and I think that the picture of heaven presented on that bus was incorrect. While I believe that God loves us – I look at the descriptive words and marvel at their inadequacy.

Awesome – far from being the slang that is has devolved into but rather “Inspiring of Awe”
Great and terrible and wonderful. Beyond my limited comprehension.

Is heaven the realm of Sky Daddy who loves us and wants us to have a picnic in a perfect field under a perfect sky at the perfect temperature where there is no war and no hate and [insert platitude here].

Or is heaven the inadequate word used to describe the state of being with God forever? I think I may/ must be in agreement with the quote above.

I can’t buy that its me and sky daddy just chillin, haven a beer and playing some guitar while we watch the boy (and girl) play in the fields of green. That sounds like a perfect day on earth, but is that forever?

This is all irrelevant. It is of no comfort to anyone.

Another firend recomended a sermon was dead on. We all want to be Jesus to someone. We (or at least I) want to say it’s ok and magically, have it be ok. How eye opening.

It is ok. I am probably wrong. I usually am.