Clapton wrote this about his 4-year-old son Conor, who died when he fell out of a 53rd floor window in New York City. It expresses one of the conundrums of people's expectations of what Heaven will be. If you meet a child you lost to tragedy young will you meet the child who has been held in some kind of arrested development or something else grown from that child's spirit?Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
-Eric Clapton
Another conundrum: the wife you love as deeply as possible dies young. You never love another as much but you meet a woman that loves you as you loved your first wife. You warm to her, marry have children, die. Who do you live with in Heaven? Surely not a threesome but who's heart is broken?
Life in Heaven cannot be like some imagine, a sort of country club of green hills and a round of golf a day. Or clouds, harps and wings. Or a garden with 72 virgins either. That sort of worldly image ignores the reality of infinite time. In a lifetime of just 100 years we change what we like and want many times. Grow bored of something that was once new and exciting. What happens when you live forever? Billions of years mean nothing to forever. Time enough to grow bored of everything.
Ah I hear you say in the presence of the love of God we are changed and time will have no meaning, our life before will be as nothing as we are taken up in God's love. Or maybe you expect to reach enlightenment and become one with the universe. A condition much the same as the former I would think.
I'm not much of a believer in the afterlife since I haven't seen any evidence for it. I'm not saying there isn't evidence but I haven't seen it personally and so to me it does not exist. What about you? What do you think is \"beyond the door?\"