The question arises as we sit on the couch and Chris is
playing Madden on Jake’s flat screen. I perch in the white recliner and we
wonder,
“What if we
died a long time ago?”
“So this is Heaven?”
“Yeah man.
We are angels.”
“We’ve
already died and that’s why we question death.”
“Because this
is Heaven and we are disappointed.”
We find conclusions for our questions and pass around the
good root. I find an answer for what I had been asking myself for years. Except
our discussion ends quickly and I know I will begin to find holes in the walls
we had securely built around our beings. Then I’d climb out and find myself defenseless
in the open.
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