What Would You Do In Heaven?

As we close our eyes and clasp our hands in prayer, as we lay bear our deepest sorrow and our highest praise, as we move from our anguish and brokenness, and enter the solemnity of God’s Divine Presence, I don’t think we differ ever so greatly. I don’t think we pray ever so differently. Such are our prayers… in heaven’s eyes.

Imagine all your needs being taken care of

Imagine all your prayers being answered

even before you’ve uttered them.

Imagine there’s someone who knows you,

knows you through and through,

and loves you just the same.

Imagine being led

from one joyous moment to the next.

Imagine being surprised,

finding gifts of love here and there

with no expectations of anything in return

except that you receive them,

with a joyful heart.

Now open your eyes and see -

You need not imagine anymore,

for God has been with you all along!

HEAVEN.

Looking back, you will remember that these were your happiest moments: when you were able to give of yourself fully and wholeheartedly to others, and when others were able to do the same for you.  HEAVEN.

Faith is a decision.

It is a decision to live your life in such a way as to find meaning in it beyond the material things that the world says you must possess.

It is a decision to believe that there is more to life than meets the eye, and that life extends even beyond death.

It is a decision to be able to have a rock to hold on to even when all around you is chaos, even when people declare in the streets that all is hopeless, and that all is lost.

Faith is a decision to live a beautiful life.

To be able to sing the song of your life before the whole world without anyone judging you.  This is how I imagine  heaven to be, how each of us will get our chance to sing, the sound of our voice no longer dependent on our vocal chords, but on the condition of our heart.  [...]

The radiant sun is nothing
but a big ball of fire
that hovers above us.
If not for love,
what could the sunrise mean?
What could everything mean at all?

Even the brightest of stars grow pale,
Even the moon loses its mystery,
Nothing hides beneath the seas,
and no mountain is ever worth climbing for. [...]

You have to forget about what other people say; when you’re supposed to die, when you’re supposed to be lovin’. You have to forget about all these things. You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven. – Jimi Hendrix