The Best of the PhxP
A couple of months ago my moms cat Plato died after giving twenty years of companionship.
The parting was that of a long time friend and she used some of her savings to cremate him and she keeps his ashes near.
Last night she informed me that Plato had communicated to her recently that he was in a better place and I allowed that was probably true.
This little vignette will cause no end of consternation for those of you that have written and proclaimed me a heretic for believing that pets go to heaven.
That’s pretty much why I wrote it…
I enjoy your consternation and wish you much more consternation and I hope you consternate yourselves to the point of being too physically impaired to type.
That’s what I wish for.
I’ll repent later.
Right at the last second.
While I’m at it…
I wish the same thing for those of you that have recently consigned Steve Jobs, Brennan Manning, Jerry Lee Lewis, (and anyone else who didn’t recite the Sinners Prayer and invite Jesus into their hearts in your holy presence according to your holy rules) to the pit, forever and ever may they burn, amen.
According to some of you most folks are going to hell and you’re happy about it.
I don’t get to make that call…so I’m going to hope for the best.
When some of you actually get to heaven the first thing you’re going to need is a salve for your chapped butt when you find it’s overrun with animals and they play praise music with a heavy left hand on the piano.
That’s to say nothing of the surprises you’ll have about the people who made it in.
Don’t be confused when you see me and my cats sitting close to the speakers…it really is heaven and God does know I’m there.
You’re going to have many surprises like that.
The grace of God is broader than you can imagine…or want to.
Heaven will be filled with great food, great music, great friends, and the presence of the Lord over it all.
Might as well practice for it while you’re here.
As always, make your own application…