I don’t want to go to heaven.
August 4, 2020 § 2 Comments
…at least not the heaven of infinite repose, the one described by the churchy. As the gospel tune says, Wish I was up in heaven sitting down. That heaven is a place with muzak as persistent as a grocery store’s, only heaven’s sound track is an endless medley of praise and pep rally. You go God! (And more harps than any music requires).
Personally, I think any God worthy of the title is above needing or wanting continuous praise, and even the most grateful souls would tire of singing those atta-boys-without-end. Sooner or later some upstart member of the heavenly choir would just have to bust out with “Mustang Sally.”
The big problem is that heaven, as advertised, is static. It drones along. The YOU HAVE ARRIVED sign would get so tiring to the soul that has been staring at it for what seems like an eternity (and perhaps is).
Souls are curious, wandering beings. They rove and ramble, they discover and change. Shouldn’t heaven, any heaven worthy of the name, honor that state of always-in-flux which, to my mind, is one of our most invaluable gifts from the creator?
We are meant to be fluid, always in the process of becoming. We are meant to learn and grow. I want that kind of heaven.
Heaven can’t be a place where we sit and rest, neatly stored like fine china behind the closed door of a polished china cabinet.
I want a heaven that is surprising, stimulating, challenging, a heaven that takes your breath away—a heaven in which we still have breath to take away.
I guess my heaven is right here on earth.
For all its uncertainties, calamities, and disappointments, what could hold more promise, what could be more vivid and exciting? What could be better than life?
Note: If heaven turns out to be what the churches preach, I’ll be that solo voice singing “Mustang Sally.”