The other day I was spending some wonderful time with Flossie, my eight-year-old daughter.
We were having a rather philosophical discussion and I said, “Perhaps this is heaven right here. Perhaps heaven is a choice.”
“This can’t be heaven,” Flossie retorted. “If I fall off Cookie, I’ll hurt myself. In heaven you couldn’t hurt yourself.”
“Maybe,” I replied.
I continued to ponder it; in a world where there was no failure, no pain, no challenge, where’s the fun, I thought?
Maybe we need that to appreciate the good.
Or maybe that’s a silly belief that’s instilled in us.
Perhaps Flossie is right…
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.