Forgive me for being blunt, but has anyone ever wondered why on earth the descriptions we have of the Celestial Kingdom and the ultimate afterlife party are all that appealing? Am I the only one that doesn’t think it’s much of a reward to live with my parents for the rest of eternity? I’m actually not joking. Recent events have forced me to take a look at what it is we mean when we talk about a Mormon Heaven; and aside from the eternal child-bearing and rearing that seems to either comfort or crush most women, I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of living it up down the street from my parents while some of my brothers and sisters are stuck without passports in another land.
Personally, I’d be more prone to the lure of non-belief if it weren’t for the other part about eternal life that we sometimes talk about, but mostly around. Progressing, learning, experiencing, living and loving. These are the parts of continuing on that appeal to me. I love this world. I love living in the moment and tasting the flavors of life with every piece of me that can be made aware. I love learning new things, especially from people that are least like me or that I may disagree with. I love hard work and feeling effort deep within my body. I love exploring and traveling and being alone as much as I love being with those that I love. I even love the trial of a lesson learned the hard way or appreciating something because I no longer have it. These are the aspects of existence that I hope will be part of whatever eternity is. I don’t want to be confined to a gigantic white staircase chit-chatting with those around me in white robes. I want color, and I want to choose who I spend time with and what we get to do with that time. Granted, there are moments when ceasing to exist after death is appealing as well, but for the most part, I kinda hope the next life looks a lot like this one, struggles and all – though I wouldn’t mind having my body from ten years ago back.