Forever (Part 1)

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My earliest thoughts around the idea of eternity occurred to me as a child.  Sitting on one of the hard, wooden pews in the small country church I attended, I found myself wrestling with this most challenging of concepts.  I was a religious kid, at least on Sunday mornings, when my family and I would don our Sunday best and travel several miles to our place of worship.  We picked up Grandma on the way, whom I would sit next to during the hour-long service, mostly because she would share with me the candies she had wrapped in the white silk handkerchief discreetly hidden inside her purse.  It was there, beside Grandma, that I would ponder all manner of things pertaining to God, where time and again I would return to my thoughts on eternity.

I’d like to say that my budding theology around this subject led me to a greater sense of awe at the mystery of God.  Then, I would worship him in child-like amazement, having the clearest of understanding that my eternal destiny lie in the presence of my Creator in a wonderful place called Heaven.  My childhood fear, however, was that there was the ever-growing possibility that I might spend eternity, not in Heaven, but in the place of perpetual torment called Hell.

To say that Hell frightened me would be a gross understatement.  The idea of Satan and his demons, a fiery pit, and everlasting pain and suffering terrified me.  Fear was a constant childhood companion, one that would only ease its cruel-hearted harassment once I received my first, sweet taste of God’s infinite love and undeserved mercy.  Still, sitting next to Grandma, I felt hundreds of miles away from any sort of grace that God had to offer.

(To be continued…)

One thought on “Forever (Part 1)

  1. YEP…YOU MADE ME CRY AGAIN!! THIS WRITING TOOK ME BACK OH SOOOO MANY YEARS TO THE MEMORIES OF ALL THE WONDERFUL GOODIES GMA P ALWAYS HAD WAITING FOR US. I THINK OF HER EVERYTIME I SEE THE CANDY ORANGE SLICES AND THE ORANGE COLORED CIRCUS PEANUT CANDY AND MAPLE CANDY. AND YES….THE SILK HANDKERCHIEF IN HER PURSE, OR UP HER SLEEVE. SHE WAS THE BESTEST, AND WE WERE SOOOO BLESSED TO HAVE HER.

    THANKS FOR THE MORNING CRY. THEY SAY TEARS CLEANSE THE SOUL….I SHOULD BE GOOD FOR THE DAY!

    LUV U..

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