I run into folks who have the faith of a giant. No doubts whatsoever. 100% sure. They are as convinced that there is a heaven as they are that there is mustard in their refridgerator. It’s remarkable to watch.
Me, I believe too. But I’ll have to say, at times, a little doubt creeps into the corner of my mind. A little gnawing question passes through my cerebrum, “What if there isn’t a heaven? What if you’re wrong?”
It’s generally fleeting, but it leaves enough of an impression that at times it gets me down.
Why in the heck didn’t God create a large bay window between heaven and earth? If I could see all of my friends and family there, it’d be so much easier.
If your kid goes to overnight camp, you still get letters – you can see their picture on the camps’ online photo site. You know you’ll see them again in a few weeks.
Why can we have Instagram with people in heaven? Perhaps a Facebook page with ongoing updates from life up there.
I’ve got some great ideas. If I get up there, I’m gonna make some serious suggestions.