Some television documentaries about Elizabeth, the longest reigning monarch in British history, the most popular, the most traveled and apparently the most resilient, have crowded PBS this summer. They call these programs panegyrics because they really are over the top. What caught my eye was her statement that after her exciting life, heaven would be a “come down.”
Madam, I need to tell you about heaven. Not only is it no come down it is so off the charts you will be astounded. You will be 33 years old and you looked great then.
You like horse racing? Well this time you are not the spectator, you can be the jockey. You like Corgis. In heaven you can have 100 of them if you prefer, although even there that may be too many. You can eat ice cream any time you want. No annoying paparazzi will photograph you; no one will ask your opinion, and your name won’t be Queen, so no one will call you Ma’m. You’ll be Betty Windsor or something like that. You can walk anywhere in heaven and people won’t bother you. You’ll never be required to wear a hat with a matching handbag again.
If you want to walk on the bottom of the sea, I will join you when I get there. If you want a sit down with Henry the Eight, if perchance he is there, you can compare notes about the process of governing and he will straighten out all the redacted history unknown on planet earth. You’ll catch up with the news on Diana, and get a chance to see how history changed for us all on her death. And if there was any hanky-panky you’ll learn that too, if you wish.
But I rather suspect you’ll have more fun at the zoo where now you can talk to the animals. Just keeping up with the angels should have you entertained for a 1,000 years or so.
Let’s remember here that God created this fantastically diverse universe about which we know perhaps 1/10th, so the heaven He created will be glorious beyond all expectations.