Heaven is incomprehensible…
Of course lately I have considered the concept and reality of heaven. Yet can we even imagine what Paradise must be like? That reminds me of an old story about the debates concerning what heaven is like. It is attributed to a Monk from the Middle Ages. The middle ages (from my point of view) was a time of strong spiritual beliefs when science had not captured our thought processes thereby diminishing the spiritual point of view. Science can engender skepticism concerning spiritual realities. Although science since that time has proven itself to be less reliable that it claims to be. Science itself is an evolving truth.
The Monks Tale…
There were twins in a womb. Just before their birth they were debating, “What it would be like out there in what we call the real world.” One of the twins was excited about being birthed seeing it as wonderful and beyond his imagining. The other wanted to stay in the warmth and security of his mother’s womb. The second was afraid. Of course we know the the second twins’ fear was unjustified. The first told the second not to fear that where they were going would be wonderful. The first was Hopeful. The first twin was full of Faith. The first twin was full of Love for his fellow twin trying to dispel his fears.
The Inklings …
The Inklings (Lewis, Tolkien, Barfield, Bennett, Cecil, Williams, et al)…
This group of thinkers held to the belief that Truth was contained in mythology. That the human imagination revealed spiritual truth in it’s mythology. The fact that similar myths exists in different times and cultures…Here is what CS Lewis has to say about heaven…
There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. . . Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for?- From “The Problem of Pain”
At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door (in the Shadowlands as Lewis calls it). We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.—from “The Weight of Glory” by CS Lewis
Some musical offerings…
Music of the Spheres…