Thursday, April 15, 2010

Strangers in heaven

The hardest I ever cried as a child was the night my mother told me I wouldn't recognize her in Heaven. God and all his angels would be my family, she said. My mother, who brought my lunch and homework to me every day I forgot them (at least three times a week), would be just another stranger.

That's how I came to fear Heaven, how I stopped hoping for its gold streets and fluffy clouds and eternal Hallelujahs.

1 comment:

Jen said...

Oh wow. I never knew that. That is sad. :(

I could definitely see you forgetting your stuff at school! Ha ha!