My hope of heaven

Apr 3rd, 2009 | By | Category: Spirituality

Phil belonged to some fundamentalist Christian group.  He came from the Bible belt that runs through London suburbia, and it was always disarming to hear sentiments more likely to be found in Ulster, or the southern states of the US, being spoken in a Home Counties accent.

Phil was an avid student of the Bible.  He would spend his spare time with a large study guide exploring the less well known of the Scriptures.  The study guide was fascinating.  It had a soft cover and the pages were at least the size of foolscap sheets lain sideways.  Phil would put the guide on the floor with his Bible beside it and kneel on the carpet to pore over the pages.

There were numerous diagrams to illustrate the practical details of the Bible stories.  Was there a plan of Noah’s Ark?  I don’t know.  What was definitely included was a plan of Heaven based on measurements from the Book of Revelation.

Even to a twenty year old without any theology whatsoever, Phil’s plan of the future seemed pretty unimpressive.  It was not a very big place and it was going to be filled with people like himself who were going to stand singing hymns all day.  Being honest, it did not sound like a bundle of laughs.  (Had I known it at the time, I would have responded with the Dublin joke about those who are happy going through the Pearly Gate and those who prefer Saint James’s Gate).

Years later, Phil’s speculations on the nature of Heaven, raise questions.

Most people actually believe in an after life; they might not be religious, but there are not many who think that the end of this brief span represents the complete extinction of a person. But if there is a life beyond this one, what is it like?

To answer that ‘we will be at our best’ is almost to dodge the question; if that is the case, then when are we at our best?  Do children remain children for all eternity, is there no space for growth and maturity?  Is heaven no more than a place where everyone is frozen at the point where their life ended?  Do we spend the infinite aeons of the time to come with all the limitations we have endured in this life? Do I live in the next world as the grumpy person I am in this?

Phil’s book would not have answered the awkward questions.  Perhaps, like hard cases making bad law, so awkward questions make bad theology.  Perhaps Phil’s literalist reading of the Scriptures was much neater and tidier than my vaguely liberal approach.  He knew how to get to Heaven and what it would be like when he got there; he would say that all the other questions would be answered by God.

In a time when Christians struggle for a hearing, Phil’s set of propositions is no longer enough.  Intellectual credibility and pastoral sensitivity demand that we actually engage with questions as to what it is we really mean when we talk about eternal life.  Hopes of heaven must rest on more than a diagram in a book.

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  1. For no particular reason, you reminded me of the story about archaeologists finding the skeleton of a teenager in Stratford upon Avon.

    It was Shakespeare as a much younger man.

  2. Which would explain that odd line from Hamlet!

    I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
    yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
    you could go backward.

  3. I always found it difficult to deal with the whole after life idea. Sitting singing on a cloud with wings flapping is not my style. Phil’s idea is not much better and since the Free Presbyterians tell us they are sure to be saved it might be a little crowded, standing room only in sardine fashion.

  4. Stripey deck chairs, pints of beer, cucumber sandwiches and cricket on the village green, for me.

  5. You mean I won’t be bouncing on a pink cloud dressed in Angel Wings eating Philadelphia cream cheese for breakfast! That’s it, I’m not going then!

  6. In reciting the Apostles’ Creed, I say I believe in ‘the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting’. I can only do so with integrity by interpreting the phrases in a way which makes sense to me, a modern man with a little scientific education. But interpretation is a slippery creature. I suspect some good folk would call me a heretic if I tried to explain what I mean! And I wonder just what the folks who first penned it understood by the words.

  7. Maybe Bernard of Cluny would also have fallen into the heretic camp:

    “I know not, oh, I know not,
    what joys await us there;
    what radiancy of glory,
    what bliss beyond compare!”

  8. A room full of fabric, wool, patterns and appropriate tools of the trade. A bit of Frank Sinatra interlaced with some Lord Peter Wimsey, Campion or Miss Marple type stories playing in the background. Yes that would be nice.

  9. I suspect Nan is somewhere knitting for future generations!

  10. I suspect you are right but nothing in green mind. She didn’t like green after a green cardigan caught fire one day – she always thought it was bad luck after that.

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