As a fallen away Catholic, if the Pope has any hope of ever getting me back in the fold, he needs to let me believe that there is more to do up there than play Bingo, say the Rosary, or Bowling and Golfing with Jesus. Some of us need something else.
Anyway, what brought up the whole lawn mowing in Heaven subject was a dream I had the other night.
I was mowing the lawns in the neighborhood where I grew up on my riding mower. Now I know it was a dream, because my Dad thought it was the law to make you push an old mower that took half an hour to start. I would never have had a riding mower in my old neighborhood.
So there I was mowing away, with a Yuengling in my cup holder and I happen to look over at the big yard on the church grounds. There I see my parents and all these other dead people I knew in real life smiling and waving at me, telling me to come on over, and they will open the gate and let me in. Even all the dogs I had in my life are running around in there.
The thing is, I realize they are all dead, and I'm wondering if once I drive my lawn mower over, that's it for me? Or is God just trying to ease my fears, and let me know that one, I'm getting in, and two, he's got a job for me. What do you guys think?
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well, i don't know what to think about your dream or heaven, but, i do have a related thought. i drove through fairview the other day. the up side is the grounds look better, but, on the down side, i noticed quite a few stones pushed off the foundations; i assume from getting too close with their riding mower.
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