I was working on a sermon about healing last week and had an
amazing insight. Usually when we think about heaven we imagine a place where
everything is perfect, a place where nothing is broken. We imagine a place
where our physical and mental selves are whole and strong and healed. We
envision healed relationships with loved ones who have died before us. And we
envision an eternity in the presence of God; spiritual healing, if you will. In
this picture of heaven all of the broken places in our lives have been healed.
But then I thought of the Gospel stories of Jesus’
resurrection.
