When I heard Paul Newman died, I immediately thought how happy my mom must be to have him in her realm again. She loved Paul Newman. Then the eternal question started rolling through my head. Do we get to see our loved ones after death?
Not our real loved ones. I know we get to see them. I'm sure heaven is like a giant family reunion, where we first greet our parents, or husband, or whoever went before us, and then we get introduced to all the grands and greats and we hang out and talk over the family history of all the generations and analyze who we take after. But eventually, don't you think we'll want to cut out for a while, and go see a good movie?
Do you think there's satellite TV or loudspeakers or something in heaven to announce when someone arrives? I'm hoping I have a big group assembled, but how will everyone know to come? Will they get invitations? Does Mom even know Butch Cassity is in town?
And another thing--I'm planning on taking my knowledge and talents with me so I can continue to develop them in the hereafter. Don't you just assume Handel is conducting the Messiah, while Rembrandt is painting cherubs? Doesn't that mean John Denver could be up there giving concerts? Has Charleton Heston met Moses? Is there any collaboration going on?
Sure, I want to spend eternity doing good works, but the point of getting to heaven is being able to enjoy life--or death, I guess--and do heavenly things. Like going to a good movie. Do we get to see our pretend loved ones again?
That's one of the eternal questions. What's the verdict?