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I don’t know which way this will go, or how far…

Folks ideas of Heaven are sometimes strange, if not amusing.

Growing up, I recall an old song that said what Heaven will be like for some : Some will get there (just barely), and here’s what they’ll get: “A rusty old halo, and skinny white clouds; second-hand wings full of patches; rusty old halo and skinny white clouds; a robe so wooly it scratches.”

I heard a pastor say he had a church member who smoked cigars: “He likes to have ding-donged me to death wanting to know if there would be cigars in Heaven.

Exasperated, I finally said, “Yes, all you can smoke in a thousand years – and then some!”

I heard a TV preacher say recently: “I don’t know what Heaven will be like” – he said, “But I do know we won’t be sitting out there on a white cloud, playing a harp!”

How does he know this? For all he knows I may enjoy sitting on a white cloud playing my harp. We can’t put God in a box. He won’t fit.

A day or two ago, another TV novelist was ranting about old songs that try to depict Heaven, particularly one that said, “Just build me a cabin in the corner of Glory Land. – where I can just hear the angels sing and shake Jesus’ hand…”

Some folks may want mansions, and golden streets, but all some of us may want is just a cabin in some corner. Frankly, I’ve seen enough glitter here on Earth. Golden streets and pearly fates don’t do a lot for me.

Surely there are no building codes there. The Bible tells us when God came and lived among us as our Messiah, the literal translation in the Greek is, “He pitched His tents among us.”

Kindest regards…