When I come face to face with my Creator, I suspect I’ll have some questions. Not that I will be in charge of whatever is happening (though that would be my definition of Heaven), but if there is an opening in the agenda for me to direct the proceedings, believe me I will.
I’ll start with my questions.
Sure, I will have a series of questions about the Big Stuff. The big WHYs I carry around under labels like “school shootings” or “famine” or “AIDS.” I picture those conversations happening in a big boardroom– me holding a legal pad trying to make sense of the answers I’m hearing.
And I’m not talking about the science answers. I don’t care about those. I care about the big fat WHY did the science have to work like THAT.
But, when we’re not in the formal conference room hashing out my feeble understanding of humankind (and science, clearly) over some no-calorie roasted nuts, I picture casual conversations. The kind you’d have with a family member between courses at a holiday meal, or during commercial breaks while watching The Big Game.
That’s when I could ask my non-Boardroom questions:
What’s the deal with morning breath? If you had it to do over again, would you create a world without it?
Why is fried food so delicious if it’s so deadly?
Why no white shoes after
Easter Labor Day?
I’ll be like that party guest who is impossible to get away from. I hope there’s a comfy chair nearby because once I get going, I won’t be able to stop.
Why’d you go the mucus plug route? You could have done anything– it could have been rose petals coming out of my uterus, but you opted for a mucus plug. What up with that?
Boogers? Really? Why? Just why?
What do YOU think of reality TV?
Do you like Sinead O’Connor?
Seriously, do you think female clergy would be so bad?
I’m not sure what it says about me that my fantasies about Heaven involve me getting answers to questions I have long wondered. Sure, I hope to be reunited with my dearly departed, and they are welcome to eavesdrop on my conversations, but there’s something about wanting those answers that feels like Glory, while being stuck down here with all the ignorance and questions feels so damn Earthly.
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What burning questions would you ask?
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