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But at this point an objection is frequently raised. The "otherworldliness" of Christianity is objected to as a form of selfishness. The Christian, it is said, does what is right because of the hope of heaven, but how much nobler is the man who because of duty walks boldly into the darkness of annihilation! The objection would have some wight if heaven according to Christian belief were mere enjoyment. But as a matter of fact heaven is communion with God and with his Christ. it can be said reverently that the Christian longs for heaven not only for his own sake, but also for the sake of God. Our present love is so cold, our present service is so weak; and we would one day love and serve Him as His love deserves.. it is perfectly true that the christian is dissatisfied with the present world, but it is a holy dissatisfaction; it is that hunger and thirst after righteousness which our Savior blessed. We are separated from the Savior now by the veil of sense and by the effects of sin, and it is not selfish to long to see Him face to face.

But books were full of stories and stories were full of lies and lies hurt Jesus's feelings, so I didn't know what to think. I blamed my family. They were the ones who taught me so much about telling stories, and how not to do it, and then, in inspired moments of surprise, how to tell one so good you forgot what day it was, and I liked forgetting what day it was, so I made certain life choices that would allow me to get paid to forget what day it was and teach others to forget what day it was, which is, after all, what I think heaven probably is: the whole world, forgetting what day it is. You have to, I bet, with an endless supply of them.

But I’ve looked devil in the eye and I saw heaven; I felt safe I felt home And I wonder if he was coward enough to hide beneath his demons Or I was too blind too blind for love that I did sing all my angels to sleep….

But I will now go further, and confess to you that men get tired of everything, of heaven no less than of hell; and that all history is nothing but a record of the oscillations of the world between these two extremes. An epoch is but a swing of the pendulum; and each generation thinks the world is progressing because it is always moving.

Butterflies are like angels kisses sent from heaven.

But there you put your finger on what it is that separates the sheep from the goats, and vice versa: imagination. Those who possess it have an afterlife; those who don't possess it, or in whom it has greatly atrophied, are reborn as plants or animals. It's as simple, and unfair, as that. You could almost say that heaven is no more than a fantasm generated by the excess energies of the pooled imaginations of the blessed.

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

By infusing Jesus the man with the divine magic – by making him capable of earthly miracles as well as his own resurrection, the early church turned him into a god within the human world. Thus, the church reinforced the monopoly on the so-called route to heaven, i.e. salvation only through Jesus Christ. And during those days, whoever kept the keys to heaven would rule the world.

Can I ask you something very personal while you try things on?” “Yes, of course, what do you want to know?” “…well, it’s just that… I don’t want to offend you,” she said uncertainly. “Oh come on, Akane, out with it!” Mitsuko prompted her, “I want to know the answer too!” “Very well,” agreed the little auburn pixie and cut to the chase: “Where are your wings?” The question was so unexpected that I burst out laughing. “I had to part with them when I came down to Earth. “It’s something every angel has to deal with if they’re planning to spend any length of time down here.” “And what’s your life like, up there?” Akane asked. “In the Kingdom of Heaven, we live as beings of pure light.” “Up there, there’s no such thing as fear, pain, hot or cold. We don’t know hunger, suffering, ageing or death. We have no need of food and we don’t sleep. We are the messengers of God and we watch over the lives of mortals. We come to Earth often, but only as spirits, and once we’ve completed our task down here, we always go back to the White Woods.

Calling oneself a spiritual author or a saint or a Godman is also self-ignorance and egotistical, since the immortal life has always been an out-of-reach concept for mankind;

Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?

Can I go to heaven if you don't? And if I do go someplace where my paradise is detached from your eternity, where the hell am I?

Can verbs be made up? I'll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly.

Can you touch and feel the society, community, nation and religion? These are all your self created mental hallucination duly trained, taught and brain washed under mass ignorance.

Can't even feel dissapointed when seeing heaven ain't as wonderful as ever expected.

Ceea ce oamenii de pe Pământ numesc „Rai” și „Iad” sunt, de fapt, modurile în care ei abordează situațiile oriunde s-ar afla, cât și ceea ce manifestă fiecare individ ca circumstanțe ale vieții sale.

Categorizing intelligence and wisdom is a basic requirement during our existence on Earth.

Change your life by following the desires of your heart, aiming to achieve your true bliss; creating your own part of heaven here on earth.

Change was happening and coming quick. You could feel it, itching at you as you waited desperate for movement. You had been in a holding pattern for too long. You had prayed day after day to be released from what felt like a prison and all the while, you were still here. Life was still the same, a revolving motion of people, activity, sleep and food...No passion. No interest. Just stuck. What you were unaware of was that Heaven was moving.

Come to me. Why must you ruin this moment? You are burdened with thought. Burdened with the past and expectations of the future. You are burdened with your self. Cast these aside by laughing at yourself. And love, for what more is there than to love me? Take me now and let it be heaven for us.

Closed mouths, only lead to closed gates. Share your salvation!

Chaucer, like Homer, writes about a journey, but as a Christian he has a different goal. Homer wanted to go home, but Chaucer's pilgrims want a place of man's true home: paradise

Christianity was derailed when Bible Schools became certification centers for true apostles of Christ. Where is the Holy Spirit? John 16:13

Christ makes Heaven the standard for God's will be done on Earth. What a high ideal is this! What power it would take to bring such a thing about! Nothing short of the Kingdom of God pulling down strongholds, overthrowing bastions of deeply entrenched sin, and then conquering this present world in such a way as to establish righteousness – nothing short of such things as these can meet the standard that Christ sets before us.

Cleansing self-ignorance and immaturity in this Age of Vice is a difficult task.

Come back to me. Where have you gone? And why so long? I miss the star below your lip, the constellation on your chest. I miss your ways, how you net butter-flying words and release them for others to enjoy. I miss your tenderness, the sweetness of your breath and the song of your voice. I miss how you worship me. Come back to me once more. Why did you go? And whatever for? The heavens plotted against us. The clouds came and pissed on our lives. The smell of charged particles still lingers in the air. What will become of you and I? Come back to us.

Commend God for taking you to Heaven when it’s your time. Be prepared for the final departure—home sweet home. Let us enter Heaven!

Concentrating means deactivating the bodily senses and working through the focused mind only.

[C]oncepts of dying in to a heaven or hell seem a good deal more political than spiritual. (124)

Concentration can’t be performed unless you are willfully mentally ready without any terms and condition. It should come from inside of you, as the hunger in your belly.

Concentration, meditation, and soul-realization is the true path. You will continue your spiritual divine life and will ultimately unite with God permanently.

Consciousness and the physical world are like the two sides of a coin. They go hand in hand. The physical world does not exist without the consciousness but the consciousness exists infinitely, unconditionally.

Could it be that heaven is just a creation of our insane belief that we are some how.. so fucking special. When the truth is we’re just equal to every other creation that lives, breathes and ultimately dies.

Cynicism is extremely contagious, and the most pious among us cannot long endure its potency. The gullible should be on their guard, however, since this endearing quality frequently masquerades as wit.

Create simple ways to prove the Divine exists in every aspect of your life and then make the choice to cast your gaze only upon those things that make your heart sing loudest.

C.S. Lewis in his second letter to me at Oxford, asked how it was that I, as a product of a materialistic universe, was not at home there. 'Do fish complain of the sea for being wet? Or if they did, would that fact itself not strongly suggest that they had not always been, or would not always be, purely aquatic creatures? Then, if we complain of time and take such joy in the seemingly timeless moment, what does that suggest? It suggests that we have not always been or will not always be purely temporal creatures. It suggests that we were created for eternity. Not only are we harried by time, we seem unable, despite a thousand generations, even to get used to it. We are always amazed by it--how fast it goes, how slowly it goes, how much of it is gone. Where, we cry, has the time gone? We aren't adapted to it, not at home in it. If that is so, it may appear as a proof, or at least a powerful suggestion, that eternity exists and is our home.

Cuz even a gangsta rapper can find redemption For the sins committed before revelation.

Dance,' they told me, and I stood still, and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced. 'Pray,' they said, and I laughed, covering myself in the earth's brightnesses, and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.

Dare to make it to heaven and in doing so, carry many people along! Be a soul winner!

Dead and still in the world was worse than dead and in the ground. Dead in the ground at least gave you the hope of heaven.

Create your own heaven on earth by utilising the power of your heart to bring your true desire into your reality.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Dear God. Mommy is going through a really hard time. I see the way she's given up. I know you can change everything around for her. I just know it.

Death does not identify your age, position, designation, relationships, families, friends, or even any single human being in your life, but you alone.

Death brings release & removal from all evil, every tragedy & all difficulty. Death is not an enemy.

Death doesn't happen instantly. For a little while, you hover around your body, confused. What you want more than anything is to go home, to be safe, to know you're okay. But my life was over.

Death is not a falsehood but an opportunity.

Death is only final when you know you're not going to see them again!

Death offers freedoms that do not exist in modern corporate societies.

Decide now to enter heaven one day from a life of fullness and walking in depth of revelation of his love, instead of crawling over the line beaten and bruised and discouraged.