I awoke. Sighing, I rubbed my palm against my forehead.
From the dim light filtering through the curtains, I could tell
that it wasn't yet time to get up. But, I was terrified of going back
Suppose I had the same nightmare?
The thought of it made my cottony mouth ripple in distaste.
I certainly didn't wish to see my ex's wife, again, standing
there with her new husband, laughing and pointing at me. Why
couldn't I be like other folks, and dream about floating on a
cloud, or something? The only clouds I dreamt about, these days,
turned into tornadoes.
My private tornadoes made the ones in 'Twister' look like gentle,
ocean breezes, mid-afternoon, on a summer's day.
I leaned over, and reached for my Bible on the scratched, and covered,
little table. Cookie, my rather demanding, grayish, shorthair, squeaked
with annoyance. She didn't understand humans; if they had the rudeness
to move about, disturbing the covers, the least they could do was get up,
and open a can of tuna.
I put on my glasses, and squinting, leaned on one elbow. Did the
Bible have anything on nightmares? Not long ago, I had accepted
Jesus into my life, and I was trying to get to know The Word more
intimately. I didn't know the New Testament very well. The Old
Testament and I had sort of a long, drawn out history.
(Oy, gah velt. Don't ask.)
I looked at the back. There was something in the Book of Revelation.
That book seemed scary to me. I had been brought up Jewish, and we
never talked about life after death. If you asked somebody, they'd
just shrug, and say, "It's a mystery!" (You have to say it with the right
accent; otherwise it doesn't sound very profound.)
Tentatively, I flipped the pages:
"There shall be no night there."
Well, that was a relief! Whew!
I looked up, for a moment, and tried to picture a Place without any night.
Suppose I got sleepy? I guess I could always take a nap.
According to Revelation, the Light of the Lord is constantly present in
Heaven, and it's overwhelming. How, then, could I take a nap?
Wouldn't I need some sort of shade, or blinds? Suppose there weren't
any Walmarts there? What then?
Just the thought of it made my palms damp. Oy, that would be awful.
Where would I buy cat food? Suppose Heaven only had those expensive,
trendy shops? The coffee and fudge smells really good, in those places,
but, that's about it.
The price of kitty litter, alone, would make me homesick for tumultuous,
turbulent, calamitous, earth.
And, since I was accepting this new idea of forgiveness, did that mean
I'd have to live in the same area code as Mr. Ex, and Mrs. #2? Ech!
That truly would be a nightmare!
This Book of Revelation was scarier than I thought.
Maybe, I should just go back to being Jewish. It wasn't very peaceful,
but, at least, you could find cheap kitty litter.
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