Stuck in Heaven

So my four year old paused briefly in her constant verbage from the backseat and asked, "Daddy, when I get to heaven, will I have to stay there?"  "What, honey?" I asked, not quite sure what to make of the question.  "Daddy, um, when I get to heaven, will I be stuck there?"  "Stuck there?"  "Are people stuck there?" 

 

I've been asked a lot of hard theological questions in my ministry and haven't been shy about saying "I don't know" when I didn't know.  But this question really got me.

 

So, I asked, "Well, honey, Heaven is a wonderful place . . .where else would you want to go?"  And then I got my answer about what could be better than Heaven . . ."I want to go to Disney Dancing Princesses on Ice!"  

 

Oh, well, hard to compete with that, even for eternal bliss, the constant abiding presence of holiness, the very presence of the Divine. 

 

Of course this is the same little girl who asked the other night, "Daddy.  Daddy.  Will you watch the Barbie and the Twleve Dancing Princesses on the Island of the Magical Rainbow with me?"  Darling, I'm sure that someday I'm going to wish we had more dancing princess movies around here, but, um, no, I just can't sit and watch that movie.  I'd rather be stuck in heaven.