Heavenly Thoughts

The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven: A Remarkable Account of Miracles, Angels, and Life Beyond This World

I read Heaven Is for Real, the book that’s sometimes confused with the one pictured here, for a book club. Then I found The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven and read it too, to add to the book club discussion. I finished it the day before the meeting, which was the same day the publisher announced that it was all made up. The young boy had admitted he just liked the attention, and his dad/co-author Kevin Malarkey “elaborated” on his son’s stories of shining and brilliantly colored scenery and beings, with fluffy clouds and feathers and gold all around. The boy and his mom, regretting the deception, had been trying to recant for a long time. No one would listen. People who had invested their belief into it didn’t want to give that up. Finally, probably fearing legal action with a made-up story being sold as true, the publisher issued a statement that they had been hoodwinked and recalled the book.

Sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, fewer people will be taken in by the perpetuation of this kind of myth and fantasy. The boy in the other book, Heaven Is for Real (recently made into a movie) is sticking to his story. For those who want to believe the currently popular mythological view of heaven (not that there’s anything wrong with that) Heaven Is for Real holds together a lot better. The dad/co-author (Todd Burpo) goes to some lengths to show that his son, as the heaven visitor, was not guided by leading questions. But this one, The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven — pfft! Dare I say it? (Even though it’s hardly original, how can I resist?) Malarkey!

Stormy and I have experienced a run of deaths near us lately. A dear neighbor from our California days, then in quick succession a fellow chorister we were close with, a book club member whose love we shared, an elder cousin of mine, and a close church friend of Stormy’s all within a week. That long week was within the near shadow of the passing of Stormy’s dad and all the adjustments and changes the family is going through from that. People we know comfort each other by speaking of being “in a better place” and the thought that the departed will greet their loved ones and that we will see them again too.

I do like the thought of a heaven — who doesn’t, one way or another? I like the thought that it is all around us but some limitation prevents us from seeing it. Perhaps I should say prevents our bodies from seeing it. Theologies have been built, wars fought, and lives dedicated or squandered, all on speculating about how that limitation can or will be overcome. If physicists and cosmologists deal in string theory to conceive of parallel universes or a multiverse, and if there may be something to out-of-body or past life experiences — even if those are all within the mind of the believer (is there anything that is not thus?) — the idea of another existence constructed in other dimensions isn’t far removed. It could be true. It could be here.

I recall a favorite moment on a bright spring day, in our adopted “hometown” of Panagyurishte, Bulgaria, in the little courtyard of a café.

Resting quietly there with friends, listening to the birds and with all the trees in their new spring clothes, I remarked that it was like a little bit of paradise. Krassi told us the story of how the Bulgarians got their land…

When God made the world, He made places for all the people, or at least He meant to. The Bulgarians tugged at His sleeve and asked, “Did You forget us?” God actually had overlooked the Bulgarians but did not want to admit it, so He gave them a piece of heaven He had been saving for Himself, and said it had been made for them.

Breeze, p. 168

Thinking that heaven is all around us, right where we are, doesn’t preclude there being what is called in eulogies a “greater yet-to-be.” Some believe it’s where we came from, and the state to which we will return. Some believe it’s a process repeating over and over, to infinity. Eternity. The idea that I am not a body that has a soul, but a soul that has a body, turns the question upside down and places my existence in that higher context. The Christian Bible asserts that “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” (1 Cor 2:9) That doesn’t tell us where that place (calling it a place for convenience, bear with me) might be. I believe, though, that we are a part of it, and that no one can tell us about it.

When we get the slightest glimpse of it, like on a bright spring day with a good friend in the sun-dappled cool courtyard of a café, or on a mountaintop, or hearing a loved one breathe, it is a memory worth holding.


The first bit of this post is from a book review. If it interests you, I have more book reviews. Books with reviews are annotated “with text.”

5 thoughts on “Heavenly Thoughts

  1. I enjoyed your insights, Bruce. The Irish also believe that spirits do not go far when they die. We just can’t see them, but they watch over us from the same “area” we occupy. The fact that God gave us the kind of brains that can and love to ponder these topics prove to me that there must be something of truth in the concept of an afterlife.

    I can’t figure out how to “subscribe” to these blogs so that I get notification when another has gone up. Can you send me a tip?

    • Dear Jana, it’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been having trouble getting the “Subscribe” button to work right. It was missing for a few days before I saw it was gone again. I’d love it if you’d try it out — it’s back on. If you’re on a computer it’s at the top right of the blog page. On a phone it’s below the post(s), and on a tablet I dunno. The other way is when you comment, you can choose “Notify me of new posts by email” and that should do it. Thanks!

  2. Bruce,

    It took me a while to find out how to post comments, but wanted to express our sympathy for all your recent losses, coming right on the heels of the passing of Stormy’s dad. I am so sorry for the loss of each one of the lovely souls that contributed to the beauty of your life together.

    In yoga we learn that we need to focus on the now, and cut off the chatter that is always in our minds, for just awhile, to be in the present — not worrying about the past, not fretting about the future. Of course In life we have to plan, we have to schedule, and the past is what makes us who we are — but just for a while, just while we meditate, or just for the yoga practice, we focus on the present, on breathing, on feeling. It is refreshing, relaxing, and marvelous. That is now what my vision of heaven is like. I hope there is a way that you find that same peace.

    Namaste,

    Susan

    • Dear Susan, thank you for your kind thoughts and especially for the insights from your practice of the principles of yoga. I expect you are expert at finding peace since with the demands of your counseling and advising work, you need it in constant supply. I’ve never tried yoga, though I meditate sometimes using a different discipline, but it sounds intriguing.

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