Homecoming

Sunlit clouds float by me, as if they were riding on a lazy river. The radiant blue skies wash me with a euphoric calm. I am in paradise. This beats all of earth's beaches. The iridescent winding staircase before me catches colors I’ve never seen before. I look down and notice that I’m clothed in the purest of white, with textures finer than silk. I need to make sure I ask someone what bleach they use here.

I hum a little tune as I ascend the stairs, wondering how my first-time meeting God will be. What will he say? What will he think of me? I wonder if he saw that time when I was drunk rapping songs on top of a pool table? Oh yes, I’m sure he saw it. I’m sure he thought I was an entertaining little something when I was alive.

After what probably took my whole life, I reach the top of the stairs and shimmering golden gates appear in my line of vision. The gates are already open, probably awaiting my arrival. I expected a line to be formed by the gates like lines form to get inside of clubs, but maybe they do one at a time entry here.

As I enter, I realize it is eerily silent, nothing like I envisioned. The glass roads are filled with cracks, the buildings in ruins, harps scattered on the floor. Heaven is broken almost like a fallen Roman empire. Distraught, I journey further into my new home, unsure what to do, sad that my homecoming celebration is in ruins. I am instantly drawn in one direction, as if a magnetic field is pulling on me. The once pure white skies turn to a darker hue, terrifying me of the path I tread. I already died once, is it possible to die again? The abandoned roads pull me to what I assume is the center of heaven, graced with large crumbling temples and an array of deserted fountains. I steady myself, confused at what could cause this amount of destruction.

It is then, after aimlessly wandering that I come across the corpse of God. I knew it was God by how drawn I was. A faint glow surrounds the bloodless corpse that lay slain on its stomach. A distant growl catches my attention, and I wonder WWJD, “what would jesus do”?