to be the one to show your dad how to throw a ball like a champion. Youwant to be the one to show your wife how to cook a meal fit for GodHimself, here in Heaven. Here I could show my son how to fly, not pretend, but to truly lift his feet from the ground and sore from one endless point of Heaven to another. Here anything is possible, I just have to wait for you allto get here so I can share it with you, because right now I’m lonely. Andnothing makes me sadder than knowing that I am lonely in Heaven.And then Evan knew he wasn’t alone anymore…but that wasn’tnecessarily a good thing. On the horizon of his Mega-Grand Canyon he sawwhat he perceived to be a spirit coming towards him. Then a moment later he caught a glint of light that revealed his error. That glint of light was off of the silver feathers of a wing, the wing of an angel.This was the second of three times that Evan would feel uncomfortablewithin the walls of Heaven, the first was within his first second in Heaven.One moment he was driving home late in the evening after a double shift atthe hospital, the next he was asleep at the wheel, and 13.59042 secondslater…here in Heaven. That can be quit unsettling indeed, after all, not thatmany people are anticipating to the second, their arrival in Heaven. It tendsto take you by surprise. Now an angel coming to him? That is unsettling on a wholly differentlevel. Angels sang praise to God, angels did Gods bidding, and theydelivered his messages. Angels were seen all through out paradise, but theywhere always busy doing Gods work. So why exactly was this angelcoming to him now?In the matter of a few heartbeats, (funny that he measure time this way,considering Evan no longer had a heart) the angel was standing to the left of Evan. Turning to look at the angel, Evan caught his breath. (Again odd, dueto not having lungs, apparently old habits are hard to break, especiallyconsidering the fact that they used to keep you alive.) It was magnificent toview an angel this closely. Fully spread, their wings span was easily thirtyfeet. Now the wings were folded back at the shoulder blades. Evan lookedup at the eight and a half foot angel, thinking that if its skin were any paler,it may be confused for a statue of chiseled perfection. But anybody living or dead would know that no artist could make something so utterly beautiful.The angel now turned his head toward Evan and asked, “May I enter?”“Uh…yeah, absolutely! Please, um let me know what you think.”The angel took a step forward, and as he did so he passed through aninvisible curtain that separates the true view of Heaven from what Evan hascreated in his mind. The angel gazed over the landscape, thought for a
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