UPFRONT March 14, 2005 Issue

A HEAVENLY KINGDOM

PATRICIA KADICK. STAFF EDITOR

There's one thing on my mind as I hurry to the subway—getting home. But a thought catches me in mid-mental sentence, What if I was always in the kingdom of heaven? When asked for my home address, I'd respond, "Kingdom of heaven!" What promise that evokes.

I imagine what it would mean if that was where we lived. Where we worked. And how it would feel if cars, buses, planes, and trains simply took us around that heavenly kingdom to wherever we needed to be.

As I continue toward the subway station, I picture the city of God that St. John saw, described in the book of Revelation. There, he said, the gates are always open, yet nothing can get in to hurt or defile—not even polluted air. It's a city that doesn't need the sun or moon, because God's nature brings all the light anyone could ever need. Think of it—in God's city everyone feels respected and welcome. Nobody gets caught off guard. Nobody is judgmental or thoughtless, because there can only be genuine, unconditional love.

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