I was six, on the bottom bunk, watching a fan across the room slowly oscillate back and forth. I stared at the silver circle at its center and traced it around and around with my eyes. Forever is a scary thing.
Scary enough to summon my mom. She sat on the edge of my bed and helped me imagine a place filled with all my favorite stuff: ice cream, soccer, grand parents, water slides. Nothing all that biblical but still very comforting, or at least distracting. “If God could make so many things you love down here, just imagine how fun Heaven will be,” she said.
The concept of eternity, regardless of where it’s spent or how, has always bent my brain into a panic tinged knot. I wrote in my high school journal: “I don’t like either option: There is either no heaven and this life is too short. Or there is a heaven and it lasts forever.”
Apparently, crazy can be passed down. Gabriella, age almost seven, woke up this morning with a concerned look on her face. She moped around all morning, curled up in a ball on the couch and watched Veggie Tales, until finally she broke the silence. “How long will we be in heaven?”
“Forever,” I said.
“Then when does it end?” she asked, her eyebrows shoved together in anguish as if every nose hair had just been pulled.
“It doesn’t,” I said.
She just stared at me as if I’d unplugged her life support or shot her cat.
“I don’t like how that feels,” she said.
“I know.”
What helps me get my arms around the vastness of time is Emily Dickinson who once said “Forever is composed of nows.” Forever has already begun. This moment, this now, is part if it. And in this moment I am glad to be alive, not at all wishing the next moment doesn’t come. Forever forward is just more moments like this one, moments I’m glad to have and hope never run out.
Now, how do I explain that to an almost seven year-old? This parenting stuff is what keeps me awake at night now. Mommy!
Cristy says:
Give it to her just like that…apparently she thinks like you do. Gabriella is smart and I think she’ll be able to understand it. If she doesn’t, I’m sure she’ll ask questions.
Anon says:
hmm… I didn’t know that Emily Dickinson wrote anything that wasn’t crazy, but you found something, and I actually like it.
Bush says:
i have also felt & sometimes feel about eternity this way. i’m just programmed to think in the finite…everything we deal with on earth has a beginning & end. then you through eternity into the picture & it’s hard to get my head around the fact of something never ending.
Rebekah says:
I went through the same thing as a child. I still do. I remember a span of months and months where (I think I was 11 or 12) I walked around scared and uncomfortable. I couldn’t go to sleep at night. My parents helped, but at the same time there wasn’t a whole lot they could do because at some point I’d get stuck thinking about it again. It freaked me out. Now, if I start thinking about it I can still get uncomfortable and I have to get up and go to another room or get out of wherever I am.
Jonathan says:
I think your mom had it right.
I am convinced (as N.T. Wright likes to point out, from Rev 21) that our eternal destiny is not heaven but the new heavens and the new earth.
The former sounds disembodied and boring, but the latter, which is experienced in glorified bodies, may very well contain ice cream and waterslides.
If my kids ask “How long will we be in heaven?” I think the correct answer is not “forever,” but “until the resurrection.”
Cory says:
Ditto. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve clenched my fists and my jaw at the mere thought of eternity. Like Shaun, I didn’t like either option. It felt like a no-win situation to me. I was reading something for one of my seminary classes a few years ago (I can’t even remember what it was exactly) that finally helped me overcome the paralyzing sense of dread. As a child, I envisioned sitting around in the clouds playing cards as we all passed the time away waiting for something – anything – to happen. I remember reading something in seminary (I wish I could remember what it was) that totally turned my perception of heaven/eternity upside down and freed me from that sense of dread that had haunted me for so long. I now envision eternity as a much more freeing experience, almost like a fish having the hook pulled from its mouth and being tossed back into the water, a return to the very source of life. It works for me.
Cory says:
Forgive the repeated line about what I read in seminary. I really should edit myself more carefully, but that would be perfectionism.
Mark says:
It’s funny. As a kid, the idea of living forever in Heaven never bother me. It would make my brother cry, however.
As an adult, I have a hard time with the concept. I can’t wrap my head around the concept and it scares me some.
Shaun Groves says:
Good analogy, Cory. I’m stealing that sometime.
I’ve also never understood the whole Devil thing – what he’s doing with his time and what not. An older wiser friend once said she believes the Devil’s primary goal in her life is to get her to believe God isn’t good and can’t be trusted. And you know, when I think about it, a lot hinges on that belief that God is good and can be trusted. Even my desire to go to heaven.
Cynthia says:
My nine year old daughter thinks forever is a wonderful thing. On the other hand my almost seven year old son thinks is sounds kind of “freaky”.
I have never really been bothered by the concept of forever, but I’ve wondered what it will be like.
Shaun, I usually get what your saying most of the time, but you lost me on the last sentence of your last comment.
Shaun Groves says:
cct, what I mean is that if I’m afraid of going to heaven I wonder if that’s because deep down I don’t really believe God is good and can be trusted.
Cynthia says:
Shaun,
Are you meaning you personally, or just someone in general?
Shaun Groves says:
Me personally. When I’m wracked with fear and worry about anything – heaven, my bills, my kids, how people feel about me – it’s attached I think to some degree (I don’t know how much) to not really fully believing God is totally good and can be totally trusted.
I wonder if all sin isn’t in some way attached to believing one or both of these things: God isn’t truly good, doesn’t truly have a good plan, and good reasons for what he’s up to. And God can’t be trusted with everything always.
What do you think?
portorikan says:
my simple mind just cannot grasp forever. That scares me.
I guess since I have nothing to compare it to, that’s where the fear lies. It will never stop, ever. That’s mindblowing.
Sue Smth says:
Oh hallelujah. I’m not the only one! Can’t tell you how many years I dreaded singing the last verse of “Amazing Grace.” And the idea of forever still weirds me out. But I think it’s just something else I have to trust God to make ok.
Jordan Like the River says:
I’ve had friends express this same fear…
but…
I could never help anybody get past it, because it just doesn’t scare me at all.
“Come on, Jordan, doesn’t the idea of eternity scare you… even just a little bit?”
*Tries to muster up the least bit of apprehension*
“Ummm… Nope!”
I guess the solution to the problem of never having enough time sounds, uh, heavenly! (pun not intended.)
Cynthia says:
Okay Shaun, your last comment left me with a restless night, but I think I finally get what your saying. So that I don’t get off the original topic, I will email you and share what I came up with in my sleepless moments.