I’ve always wanted to travel, especially to Ireland. My ancestors were probably from Ireland (and Scotland and England.) I’d love to visit the countryside where my ancestors lived and listen to the people speak the Irish language, Gaelic, or English with an Irish brogue.
I have never been to Heaven, but I’ve been to Oklahoma. I was born in Oklahoma and have lived here all my life. Some people think Oklahoma is cowboys and Indians, oil derricks, flat plains, and the Dust Bowl, but Oklahoma around Vinita is hills and valleys, Grand Lake, the tail end of the Ozarks out of Missouri and Arkansas, lush hay fields, and cattle ranches.
I learned about heaven in Sunday school. I was fascinated with heaven. Streets of gold and the gates of pearl. Angels and cherubim are all around the throne of God, crying “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.” A great multitude of people, ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands, surrounding the throne are clothed in white robes worshiping the King of kings and Lord of lords.
The river of life flows out of the throne of God and on the banks of the river are trees with leaves for healing of the nations.
One day, like Paul, I will say, “The time of my departure is at hand.” II Timothy 4:6. New King James Version. I will step out of Oklahoma and step into Heaven. “And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
Heaven is as real as Ireland and Oklahoma.