Some great thoughts here. Just had to reblog it. Very candid and refreshing, especially after attending a rather dissatisfactory Easter service at an Evangelical church today which left me feeling uneasy and a bit disturbed.
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?
– “A Conversation with Death,” Lloyd Chandler
For as long as I can remember, I knew what would happen to me when I died.
When I was very young, I knew that, when I died, my spirit would go to Heaven where I would live forever in a paradise that was as varied as there were inhabitants. One of my pastors talked about rooms full of banana pudding.
When I became older, Calvinistic, and more dour, I traded the rooms of banana pudding for the new heavens and earth. With some help from N.T. Wright, I adjusted my focus to a bodily resurrection into a new earth, although my concept of what that would look like didn’t differ too much from Heaven. What happens immediately after death became more of a mystery to me and, ultimately, not very…
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