The other day, while vacuuming under the influence of caffeine and lack of sleep, I was thinking about the second coming of Jesus. And also of environmentalism. And I started to wonder, what if Heaven is like bedtime and we're the children...I suppose bedtime is a bad analogy. As far as my experience goes, kids don't actually want to go to bed. So...Heaven is the bedtime story. Don't ask me what that makes the actual bedtime. Anyhow, we're the kids, Heaven is the bedtime story, Jesus is the parent.
What if we can't hear the story until we clean up our mess?
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Then bedtime would be death, no?
ReplyDeleteWould it? I don't know. I was thinking in terms of bedtime coming after the story.
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