“Wouldn’t that be cool, Mom?” asked Isaac from the rear of the Hottmobile (aka Chevy Suburban) the other day. “Mom, what do you think? Will there be Lego’s in heaven?”
“Of course there are Lego’s in heaven, Isaac,” replied seven year old brother, Levi, like he has just returned. “Duh.” Before I had a chance to think about the question, much less compose a logical answer, a heated debate began between the three younger Hott siblings whether or not there would be Lego’s in Heaven.
“Oh, come on. If there are Lego Ninjago sets, I bet heaven has even cooler stuff; like Lego houses and Lego cars to ride around in – it’s a whole LEGO Universe, Isaac!”
It doesn’t take Violet, the twelve year old expert on all things little brothers, long to add her two cents worth on all her knowledge about Heaven. “You boys are just stupid.”
“MOM! MAAAHM!… Violet called us stupid! And, she said there aren’t any Lego’s in heaven!” yelled Isaac at the top of his lungs, which by the way broke the sound bearer inside an already moving vehicle.
You see where this is going? Hummmmm…. To be honest, this 46-year-old-gray-haired-hott-mama-of-four never truthfully considered the notion of whether or not there would be Lego’s in heaven. But, to consider the thought certainly brought up some interesting points among my hottlings.
For example, on our 10 minute ride home from the grocery store, the conversation evolved to ponderings about what sort of toys there actually would be in Heaven, which posed additional inquires to mom such as this:
“Mom, do you think Jesus dressed up like a Ninja when he was little?”
“Mom, will there be Beyblade battle stadiums available for my Nightmare Rex when I get to Heaven?”
To this… “Mom, how will I charge my DS when I get to Heaven?”
By this time, we were still a mile from the house and my brain was about to short circuit with all these specific questions about heaven. Attempting to find a Biblical explanation to each, I decided to defer exact responses to an expert, Pastor Andrew, (maybe someone should warn him!).
However, of the thousands of car rides in the Mommy taxi and of the many discussions (or arguments… oh, who am I kidding, outright fights) that arise between my children, this is one I will always cherish. For this moment in time, while listening to the boys consider all the wondrous possibilities, discuss the details, imagine the limitless options… heaven was, well,… real. Alive. Right now, exactly then, in the moment. We could touch it, see it, talk about it… and live it. Heaven was a short ride in the Chevy Suburban.
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.” – John 14:1-3
Well… I wonder if, when I get to heaven, will my room have daisies?
I hope so.
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