That’s what we mean when we say Heaven. No mansions, no rivers of diamonds, or fluffy clouds or angel wings. You are loved. And you aren’t alone. That is God. That is Heaven.
Even out of blackness, love rises again.
There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity.
Sometimes it’s okay to just look at the world and say, “Why? Why? Why? I don’t understand.”
It isn’t about us anymore. It’s about everyone else in the world. Dying for people we haven’t even met. No greater love than that.
There is a lot of time to read in there and I read it all, Torah, Quran, Talmud, Tao Te Ching. Judaism, Buddhism, Islam, Jainism. Figured if I was looking for God, I should look everywhere. Came out of that an atheist.
The more that we know, the less we bend. The more brittle we become, the easier to break.
That’s what it means to have faith, that in the darkness, in the worst of it, in the absence of light and hope, we sing.
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That’s the thing about where we’ve been. It’s important, sure. But it’s not as important as where we’re going.
God still has a plan, and death isn’t part of it anymore.
Everyone gets their wings clipped at some point.
Catholic Church in a nutshell. All over the world, these small, starving villages with big, fancy churches. Getting bigger and fancier, while the towns dry up. Churches just popping up like fat, plump little ticks sucking the town dry.
