Heaven

When I was a kid, I used to worry that if I got to heaven I wouldn’t like it.

We were taught in Sunday School that heaven was all and light and peace and good times, but I had doubts.  I knew Satan wasn’t happy there, and it wasn’t just him- the book of Revelations said there were legions of angels equally unhappy that joined with him.  If they were unhappy there, how could I know for certain that I wouldn’t be unhappy, too?

I also began to wonder why, if God were truly omnipotent, so many angels would take up an inherently hopeless cause by rebelling against Him.

When I was fifteen I was confirmed in the Catholic church, and at that time you take the name of a saint you feel a special fondness for.  I picked St. Thomas, because I had doubts, too.

You can probably figure out how this particular spiritual journey ended.

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