Wait, where was I? Heaven and librarians. In any case, I've been thinking about heaven for a while now. I have spoken at a women's retreat about longing for heaven. I find myself wishing and wondering about the whole thing more often than I think might be normal. Given my recent streams of thought, I thought it interesting when I opened my most recent read, Cutting for Stone (Vintage) and the epigraph (A poem that the author chooses to use to lead the reader into his book. Thanks Lita, you are a wonder woman of all things literary! What color shall I make your cape or would you prefer a tiara?) is a wonderful poem by Rabindranath Tagore that reads:
And because I love this life
I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when
From the right breast the mother
Takes it away, in the very next moment
To find in the left one
Funny that I should be thinking about life after death and the very first thing I read in a randomly chosen novel is this poem.
The other book I picked up that very same trip, just because I love the author, not because I was looking for books on the subject: Surprised by Hope: Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church by N.T. Wright. Is is way too geeky to have a favorite theologian?
God is many, many things. Creator, protector, redeemer . . . librarian.