Can you do me a favor, my friend?
If I die before you, can you make sure they don’t put the letters RIP on my gravestone? Can you ask the preacher not to say the words: “May she rest in peace?”
Yes, I plan to go to Heaven, and no, I don’t want to live in eternal UN-rest, but let me tell you something: The phrase “RIP” used to scare the daylights out of me. I think it’s because it left me with the feeling that the Real Me would be stuck locked in a box for approximately forever.
My mom — I wish you could meet her sometime — she jokes that when she dies, she’ll be taking her “dirt nap.”
But trust me, Mama D. won’t be napping. And neither will I.
You know why? We’re going to be whoopin’ it up on the streets of gold. We’ll be dancing and hootin’ and hollerin’, and I envision heaven as a humongous banana-split, with friends to share it with. (Hey, you’ve got whipped cream on your nose.)
My idea of heaven is a double-ferris wheel to ride and a giant oak to climb, one that scrapes the clouds, and a whole library to read where you can climb the shelves and rappell back down. I’m going to catch rainbow-colored fish, and ride on the back of a Lion. I want to take water-walking lessons from Peter.
I’m done with the tired, old stereotypes of Heaven with cloud-sitting harpists. (Though, I do plan to job-shadow one of those musicians one day.)
Yes there will be rest. But not boredom.
Peace. Not sameness.
It’s going to be a Holy Ghost Party!
What’s your favorite thing about Earth? Today, might we see it as but an earlier Heaven? Take your favorite earthly thing, ramp it up to the gazillioneth degree, and maybe that will give us a wee hint at what Heaven holds?
That’s what I think anyhow.
Maybe because my idea of rest doesn’t necessarily include being still in the body — but in presence of heart. Rest is to have inner peace, even while in motion.
And that’s why I’m more into a gravestone etching that reads like this: PIP.
Party in Peace.
“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”
— C. S. Lewis
I’m participating with Gypsy Mama’s Five-Minute Friday, in which we write for five minutes flat — to write freely and unscripted. But today, it was a Ten-Minute Friday. Oops! I got all jazzed up talking with you about Heaven, and suddenly discovered 10 minutes had passed. 🙂 … Her word prompt today: REST.