Listening to a lecture on Heaven yesterday, by Professor Peter Kreeft, the one image the stuck with me was that of our lives now are like the smallness of being in the womb, with heaven being so much more than what we know, or can possibly comprehend.
My good friend Jason just wrote to tell me that his new bride's Grandma has just went home to be with our Lord. While I prayed for her, and for Jason and Donna, I was filled with great joy, as I pictured her leaving the confines of this earthly womb, and entering the infinite, and complete Love, that we all are in wait of. As we may weep now, although sorrowful, we can rejoice in the knowledge that death is not the end, but the real beginning (while on Earth we just choose the direction -up or down - please choose "up"). We can also hope, in that our loved ones who have left us, are praying for us now in that "great cloud of witnesses", and if they could send us a postcard it would read
" Wish You Were Here"
"All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
