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Seeing the face of God and resting in His presence forever.
So in the pope saying this,does he mean that heaven isnt an actual place we are in,its just a figure of speech?Great question! The pope came up with a great explaination a couple of year ago, but many are ignoring it. The pope said that we wrongly speak of heaven, hell, and purgatory as places. He said that being in the spirit is not a place, but an altered form of being. Thus, when our mortal bodies return to dust to await the final hour, our lives continue in the spirit.
May god bless you,
Deacon Tony SFO
That’s a wonderful story. Glad to have you in the fold too.http://forums.catholic-questions.or...atholic-questions.org/images/icons/icon14.gifI had this dream once -
I was walking through a museum underground, in a tunnel which sloped gradually upwards. It was dark, and on either side were windows showing scenes from history. As I walked higher, I began to feel happy - I began to feel a sense of peace and well-being which grew more and more intense. The light got brighter, and I found myself in a white hallway spiraling upwards. I felt I was sure to arrive somewhere wonderful. I came to a couple of stairs leading to a platform about knee high - I climbed the steps and jumped off, landing back on the floor. Somehow I knew that soon I would be able to fly, and everything was going to be all right. I felt so certain, and so happy but knew that I would become even happier. I climbed the steps again, jumped off and was able to fly, and as I flew upwards the walls seemed to dissolve. I flew higher and higher, in a mist of white light, and felt so full of joy I could burst - I felt like the light filled me and transformed me into itself - I was still aware of my consciousness but not my body and called out, with my mind, into the mist wondering what sort of being lived here. And Jesus came out of the mist toward me. I felt the most perfect love radiating from Him. I could see all my own faults so clearly in that light, and He saw them too, and still He loved me, and called me to Him, and I was willing to let them all fall away, let everything else fall away. He spoke to me, without speaking, and said “I want you to know who I am”.
My life has not been the same since . I converted from Wicca to Catholicism, and never looked back .I think that was a glimpse of heaven, and I look forward to the day I can return.
What a wonderful experiece/grace to have been given. Thanks for sharing it with us!I had this dream once -
I was walking through a museum underground, in a tunnel which sloped gradually upwards. It was dark, and on either side were windows showing scenes from history. As I walked higher, I began to feel happy - I began to feel a sense of peace and well-being which grew more and more intense. The light got brighter, and I found myself in a white hallway spiraling upwards. I felt I was sure to arrive somewhere wonderful. I came to a couple of stairs leading to a platform about knee high - I climbed the steps and jumped off, landing back on the floor. Somehow I knew that soon I would be able to fly, and everything was going to be all right. I felt so certain, and so happy but knew that I would become even happier. I climbed the steps again, jumped off and was able to fly, and as I flew upwards the walls seemed to dissolve. I flew higher and higher, in a mist of white light, and felt so full of joy I could burst - I felt like the light filled me and transformed me into itself - I was still aware of my consciousness but not my body and called out, with my mind, into the mist wondering what sort of being lived here. And Jesus came out of the mist toward me. I felt the most perfect love radiating from Him. I could see all my own faults so clearly in that light, and He saw them too, and still He loved me, and called me to Him, and I was willing to let them all fall away, let everything else fall away. He spoke to me, without speaking, and said “I want you to know who I am”.
My life has not been the same since . I converted from Wicca to Catholicism, and never looked back .I think that was a glimpse of heaven, and I look forward to the day I can return.
Jesus ate a fish after His resurrection so I have high hopes of eating in heaven!My idea of heaven? Chocolate, chocolate…nothing but chocolate everywhere…and the ability never to gain an ounce while I eat it!
I’m kidding…I don’t think I can beat previous posts. They are wonderful.