Following up my death, trip to Heaven, and return to life as mentioned last week...(click here if you're interested)...
...it's become more real in the passing days, particularly the tactile parts...the feel of the perfect grass, and...well, the hugs...I'm not a hugger, but hugs are a part of Heaven, and I will have to get used to that.
It may not be so hard.
What's also more focused is the experience, not of being taken up 'into God's arms', but being taken up into God, that, to repeat myself from last week, Heaven isn't where God lives.
And I was sent back, and Barb (and others) asked if I was upset by that.
Not at all, because I was sent back with a job to do, to pass the word that you are made for Heaven, and it's made for you.
There's nothing to fear. You're safe.
And you are loved, far more than you could ever imagine.
You would think that this revelation would make me more serious and sober, less the clown and more the...
I'm still me, and below is the second part of the weird title to this post, dedicated to a wife (Hey, Barb!) who most assuredly does not suffer fools gladly.
You really do not want to get
upon Barb's displeased side,
for I have not discovered yet
that there's safe place to hide,
and I said that she reminds me
of a major movie queen,
one whom it's delight to see
in her defining scene:
'Jurassic Park”, T. Rex set to leap
upon her fleeing prey
in a clearly foredoomed jeep,
who cannot look away
from the mirror facing rear:
“Objects are closer than they may appear.”
And here's the iconic scene from Jurassic Park. (If your device doesn't load the video, please click here.)