Wednesday, November 23, 2011

When I get to Heaven, I'll...

I hate this one. If we live forever, praise forever, desire mansions of gold and streets paved with precious gems, we're not ourselves to begin with. Stop saying, "I'll do ____ and I'll see _____." You won't. As humans, we are defined by our limitations - the fact that we have a few short years on this planet to make the most of. If we are suddenly given eternity, to praise and enjoy our heavenly wealth (which looks suspiciously like greed here on Earth,) will we really be ourselves?

No. And if I'm not myself, but some altered form of energy that can withstand eternity doing things I didn't want ot do on Earth, How can it possibly be heaven?

Instead, I'll help people in need while they are in need. I'll feed the hungry, clothe the cold, house the homeless and listen to the brokenhearted. And when I die, I will take heart as I take my last breath, that it is, INDEED, my last breath - and there will be no more of me than what I left behind. So much solace in that thought...

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