tworoadsdivergedblog asked: Do you think there will be Autumn and hot chocolate in Heaven? Because that would be stupendous.
Unka Glen answered: Hot chocolate and and Autumn in Heaven? You bet. And what’s more: no calories in the chocolate. This is because calories, carbs, and fat grams are the work of Satan.
There will be both puppies and kittens in Heaven, but no fully grown cats. Any pet that knowingly poops indoors, and is selfish, goes to pet purgatory until they learn to repent. Don’t shoot the messenger on that, it’s not like I’m just making this stuff up.
There will be fishing and climbing and hiking, but no bugs or mosquitos. There will be long walks on the beach, and brilliant sunsets. There will be tea, and lots of different kinds of little cookies (apparently nobody will call them “biscuits” in Heaven…go figure).
There will be conversations, amazing conversations, about all we learned and saw. Humility will reign supreme as there will no longer be any denial. We will all be perfectly aware, that none of us came anywhere near to earning our way in there. Indeed, the thought will prove to be utterly laughable to us.
As such, other human beings will finally be tolerable. We will live blissfully free from debates that are really only exercises in building one’s ego, and of course there will be no more politics, no unwarranted fame, or ugly prejudice.
There will be no religion, and thus no denomination, liturgy, dogma, doctrine, or theology. There will be no sinning in Heaven, so by contrast, there’ll be no real righteousness either. Just a simple relationship with God.
The heroes of the faith will all be there of course, and we’ll all have a full awareness of all the things, little and great, that we did to serve the Lord in our shockingly brief life here on Earth. And we’ll look on, joining that great cloud of witnesses, and watch the impact we had during our short life.
We’ll see how a simple word of encouragement, or a humble blog post, became a turning point for someone. Then we’ll see how that someone passed that blessing along, and how that blessing became the flapping butterfly’s wings that, down through the generations, became a mighty movement of God.
Then we’ll celebrate, as we sit by the fire with our hot chocolate, surrounded by those we love.