The problem of heaven always seeming boring to us--but maybe it's like having Alzheimer's: it's a new world every minute. :-)
The older I get, the better Heaven sounds. But it's not just that one grows weary of the world and its messes. It's that the closer I'm getting to it, the more exciting it becomes to find out what really is on the other side. I mean, there will come a day--maybe today, maybe years from now--when I will be on the brink and then make the leap or take the step or slide the slide or just evaporate, and I too will find out what all the dead since Abel bit the dust have been discovering.
It will be better than space travel, which I'm totally too much of a coward to undertake., much as I am fascinated by it and by the thought of what's out there. But travel to Heaven--whatever form that takes--will be beyond awesome. Think of Jesus taking off from the Mount of Olives--he just rises into space and disappears. Did hawks or eagles see him pass by? :-)
The evidence is rather otherwise. The more we travel into space, the more space we cover without running into God. Is He out there? We like to think that He is. But believers also know that He is wherever believers are--in the Holy Spirit. Where is He? He's right here.
So where is Heaven? I'll bet we could travel to the farthest reaches of the universe and still not run into God.
The only way to get to God is through Jesus--the "Door," the "Way," and the only way to get through that Door is to die.
God is not "out there." He is in another dimension altogether, and we ain't a'goin' there except through death. I hope that sounds like fun. (But don't go jumping the gun to get there; there are no promises about shortcuts--the race has still got to be run.)
