Reflections on Heaven

Is there Beer in Heaven?
The obvious answer to many of us is that it would be a hell of a place if there wasn't--ok, that's my sacrilege quota for today. I actually have thought about this just about every time I think of my father's death, and I have come to the conclusion that yes, there must be beer in heaven. My Dad was a Marine, and I know a lot of his Marine buddies were there ahead of him. I just can't picture this crowd of Marines gathered to greet my Dad without them being able to hand him an ice-cold one as they all slap him on the back and welcome him to heaven. I mean, hey, they're Marines! God made them that way, so He's pretty much got to go along.

Grumblers in Heaven
Some people always find things to grumble about. It doesn't matter how perfect things are, they always find something they can complain about. I had someone in my extended family who always grumbled; you probably do, too. So if things are perfect in heaven do the grumblers stop? I think not. They're up there going: “Oh the weather here is so BORING” and “This robe makes my butt look fat!” and “The beer in Australia was better” (see the paragraph above) and “If I have to sit through one more angelic choir concert I think I'll scream”. Going to heaven doesn't make people not people. And let's face it, some folks are only happy when they have something to complain about.

Posted by trygstad | Category: Personal | 10:44 PM