My little boy told me today, "Mommy, I want dad to come down of heaven."
I answered, "Daddy can not come down from heaven."
Without stopping he continued, "Can we go up to heaven?"
"Someday," I said. "Someday we will see dad again in heaven and that will be an amazing day." Yet, even as I explained this unknown plan I wanted to know why my three year old must be so patient to wait a lifetime to be with his father.
The questions deepened, "How did dad get up to heaven? Did God have a rope?"
I encouraged, "Those are good questions, Jordan. Maybe God has a rope."
With this possibility Jordan inquired, "Did God pull my daddy up? Did God use his rope to pull daddy up to heaven? I think God uses his rope, Mom."
At this I was completely puzzled. I do not know how God helps us reach from one side to the next. Some have told me angels come to guide us. Many tell of the familiar bright light theory. I have also heard the idea that the person who dies rides away on a brave and valiant, white horse.
I hugged my precious son, happy that he feels free to explore his ideas with me. I may never have any suitable answers for him. But, I commit each day that he will be free and secure to ask me as many questions as he needs to.
