We certainly don’t
act as if we desire heaven, do we?
I mean, the envy and greed and gossip and pride that spring forth from our lips and hearts without the least bit of encouragement tells the story.
It is a story we tell by our actions.
However, it may also be likely that when we lay our heads on our pillows at night and close our eyes – our hearts disagree.
Or at least I hope they do.
I think it natural – and human – for us to wish for more than just “this.”
There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that.