Oh, that light! That warm, soothing, healing, loving light. It’s everywhere in heaven, it seems. At least that’s what many generally believe without any firsthand experience.
Is it like Scandinavia in summer, I wonder, where new arrivals become disoriented by the lack of darkness and its signal to sleep? I suppose we don’t need to sleep in heaven, but with eternity on our hands, and with no more death, sorrow, crime, or pain to complain about, what will we do with all that time? Can we swim? Play tennis? Kick a soccer ball around? Garden? And with all that outdoor activity, will sunscreen still be necessary? Or can we skip naked in the light and not worry about skin cancer anymore?
So many questions. I just don’t know the answers, and it worries me.
My concern is that the American-Christian Heaven — and I guess some other heavens too, although I don’t understand why there has to be more than one type — often mimics corporeal life on Earth. The promise is explicit: real buildings built with real materials inhabited by real people with real bodies.
As anyone who’s watched HGTV understands, Americans are very choosy about their living spaces…
