Jonathan Bailey
Well-Known Member
A radio Catholic priest the other day mentioned that he had envisioned heaven as a giant electric train set when he was a little boy.
As a man age 55, here is heaven pictured in my mind as follows:
There must be a beautiful tropical sandy
warm, sunny, clean beach in God's heaven with date palms, crystal-clear warm water and gorgeous, young slender love partners with nice tans. There must be cotton-candy clouds in the heavenly blue skies. There must be a nice gleaming white fishing boat on the gentle blue waves with a regal black German shepherd on board to observe over the pulpit for flying fish all in His Kingdom.
This would be a true heaven to die in the flesh for and be in this sandy salty paradise forever.
As a man age 55, here is heaven pictured in my mind as follows:
There must be a beautiful tropical sandy
warm, sunny, clean beach in God's heaven with date palms, crystal-clear warm water and gorgeous, young slender love partners with nice tans. There must be cotton-candy clouds in the heavenly blue skies. There must be a nice gleaming white fishing boat on the gentle blue waves with a regal black German shepherd on board to observe over the pulpit for flying fish all in His Kingdom.
This would be a true heaven to die in the flesh for and be in this sandy salty paradise forever.