Brilliant and witty British writer Adrian Plass wrote this wonderful short essay about what he hopes Heaven will be like. As you read it, imagine it in an Oxford British accent.
When I'm in Heaven
~ Adrian Plass ~
When I'm in heaven, tell me there will be kites to fly. The kind they say you can control, although, I never did for long. The kind that spin and spin and spin and spin then sulk and dive and die and rise again and spin again and dive and die and rise up yet again...
I love those kites.
When I'm in heaven tell me there'll be friends to meet, in ancient oak-beamed Sussex pubs enfolded by the wanton Downs.
And summer evenings lapping lazily against the shore of sweet familiar little lands, inhabited by silence or by nonsenses.
The things you cannot safely say in any other place...
I love those times.
When I'm in heaven, tell me there will be seasons when the colors fly, poppies splashing flame through dying yellow, living green, and autumns burning sadness that has always made me cry for things that have to end.
For winter fires that blaze like captive suns, but look so cold when the morning comes...
I do love the way the seasons change.
When I'm in heaven, tell me there will be peace at last.
That in some meadow filled with sunshine, filled with buttercups, and filled with friends... You will... chew a straw and fill us in on how things really are. And if there is some harm in laying earthly hope at heaven's door, or in this saying so... well... have mercy on my foolishness, dear Lord.
I love this world you made.
It's all I know...
Adrian Plass