My fiance and I were kidding around about heaven the other day. She's a good Episcopalian, so she's going. I'm pretty sure I'm not. She laughingly told me she would miss me.
Then I realized a wonderful thing - she loves me so much that it won't be heaven for her if I'm not there! So in order her to go to heaven, I'm required to come along. What a lucky break! Imagine if I'd fallen in love with another atheist - or even someone whose religion is wrong? We'd both be doomed for eternity... boy, I feel kind of bad for all of you who haven't had my good fortune.
I don't feel that bad though... I'm riding Kristen's coattails into Paradise! See you on the flip side, suckers!
Yes, I realize this is not the only logical conclusion to draw here, but the alternative is rather depressing to think about.
Then I realized a wonderful thing - she loves me so much that it won't be heaven for her if I'm not there! So in order her to go to heaven, I'm required to come along. What a lucky break! Imagine if I'd fallen in love with another atheist - or even someone whose religion is wrong? We'd both be doomed for eternity... boy, I feel kind of bad for all of you who haven't had my good fortune.
I don't feel that bad though... I'm riding Kristen's coattails into Paradise! See you on the flip side, suckers!
Yes, I realize this is not the only logical conclusion to draw here, but the alternative is rather depressing to think about.
