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Heaven Isn’t Our Final Hope

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When I was a kid, my aunt told me that everyone who dies becomes an angel, is given wings and lives in a perfect place called heaven. Secular society has built up this idealistic fantasy of a place that’s floating in the clouds somewhere, where all “good” people go and spend forever in paradise.

The Day We Were Robbed

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“I’ve to run. My flat . . . someone’s entered my flat. I must go,” I told my boss in a barely audible whisper. I could hardly believe my ears when I received a phone call from my sister to say we had been robbed.

How Narnia’s Fantasy Led Me to the Truth

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At church as a child, when I was supposed to draw a picture of what I thought heaven would look like, I scribbled yellow crayon all over the page, conveying light and glory. Heaven was a mystery to me, and I feared it would be like my illustration

The Compulsory Queue

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Title: The Compulsory Queue Materials: Illustration Description: In…

Poem: The Road Less Traveled On

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Bright and shiny, He promised so, Onward on the narrow road.

ODJ: Tasting Heaven

I wrote a book recently about recovering from broken dreams (Resurrection Year). It tells the story of my wife and I being unable to start a family. To our surprise, a TV producer read the book and sent a film crew to make a documentary of our story. The weeks leading up to filming were intense. There was so much to prepare, and the thought of describing our journey on camera made Merryn

5 Myths about Heaven

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All of us want to go to heaven don’t we? But let’s be honest: not everything about heaven seems that enticing, does it? For example, if all we do in heaven is sing to the Lord—sure, it’s a good thing—won’t it get a bit boring, especially for those of us who aren’t that great at singing?

Why Does It Have To Be This Way?

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Life. It’s unpredictable. Some days it’s peaceful, other days it’s tumultuous. Sometimes it’s beautiful, other times it’s dreary. Some of us enjoy good health and long life, some of us suffer continually and die early. Ever paused and asked why?

Why I Look Forward to Heaven

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Stories have been a part of my life since I was a kid. Before I could read, my grandpa and my mum used to read them to me. When I was old enough to read on my own, I would be found in the company of books for hours.