Two weeks before my wife and I got married, my father died. after much discussion, my fiancee and i decided to continue with the ceremony and have only a brief dinner reception. What was supposed to be a very happy occasion turned into something more solemn and subdued.
when i think about heaven, i really think it must be this way also. if i am ever accepted into heaven by God (which i probably wont), i don’t see how i could be completely happy if one or more of the people i have cared about in my life are not there with me. I love my family, living or not, and it seems that to be in heaven when they are not would be tainted happiness.
i have nothing but sympathy for people who are not in heaven. yeah, i know some will say they only get what they deserve, but it is really heartbreaking to know even one person is not in heaven. how could anyone enjoy the wedding feast when they know people are outside starving to death.
i feel this way even on earth. how many people are starving right now, and i am not. the cookies my wife put in my lunch today taste great, but in the light of others suffering, any joy is tinged with sadness.