The passing of antigay televangelist Pat Robertson this week immediately occasioned a flurry of cartoons of him alternately at the Pearly Gates or inside the Gates of Hell.
In spite of my Christian faith, I'm not so sure I fully believe in an afterlife. Eternal life is a formidable concept to grasp.
We sing in Amazing Grace that even after an eternity, "we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we'd first begun"; still going to choir practice day after day after day umpteen decillion millennia after the sun has gone nova, Andromeda has crashed into our galaxy, the whole universe has dissolved, and the last subatomic particle has completely decayed, will be awfully depressing to the many Christians who don't care to join their church choir today.
Nevertheless, I do believe that if one believes in the Bible at all, one ought to take John 20:23 seriously; so I give you the Celestial Elevator.
You may decide for yourself which direction it is headed.
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