Baby, Don't Be Dumb.
Today's topic in Theology Class: Death. Fr. H used this analogy:
Picture a baby in the womb. He's all happy and warm, got all the food he needs, all the gooey stuff he needs, cushions, sleep, like McDonalds, he's lovin' it. He's like, "This is great! I'm in the womb, no loud noises except Mom's heartbeat, no bright lights, temperature's just right, food goes straight to my tummy, it's cozy." Then...
Birth Day. literally.
Baby comes out and he's screaming! "NOOOOO! Let me back in! It's so loud! so cold! so big and scary! I HATE IT!!"
We look at him and we're like, "Baby, don't be dumb." This world has ice cream, it's got hugs and kisses, it's got friendship and scuba diving, it's got love and grandparents. Why wouldn't a baby want to come here?
A baby doesn't want to come here because a baby doesn't know this place, it only knows the womb. The womb is nice. This place better, it's so much more intense than our experience in the womb.
[We will die, that much is inevitable. We don't want to die because we don't know much about it. Reports of what heaven (or, conversely, hell) is like are rare; as the pirate's parrot said, "Dead men tell no tales."]
The saints from all the ages, if they can see us, look down and say, "Don't be dumb, baby." Heaven is to us what Earth is to a pre-born baby. Don't be dumb, baby.
Trust.
Picture a baby in the womb. He's all happy and warm, got all the food he needs, all the gooey stuff he needs, cushions, sleep, like McDonalds, he's lovin' it. He's like, "This is great! I'm in the womb, no loud noises except Mom's heartbeat, no bright lights, temperature's just right, food goes straight to my tummy, it's cozy." Then...
Birth Day. literally.
Baby comes out and he's screaming! "NOOOOO! Let me back in! It's so loud! so cold! so big and scary! I HATE IT!!"
We look at him and we're like, "Baby, don't be dumb." This world has ice cream, it's got hugs and kisses, it's got friendship and scuba diving, it's got love and grandparents. Why wouldn't a baby want to come here?
A baby doesn't want to come here because a baby doesn't know this place, it only knows the womb. The womb is nice. This place better, it's so much more intense than our experience in the womb.
[We will die, that much is inevitable. We don't want to die because we don't know much about it. Reports of what heaven (or, conversely, hell) is like are rare; as the pirate's parrot said, "Dead men tell no tales."]
The saints from all the ages, if they can see us, look down and say, "Don't be dumb, baby." Heaven is to us what Earth is to a pre-born baby. Don't be dumb, baby.
Trust.
posted by The Mentors | 10:58 AM
1 Comments:
Flesh of my flesh? I don't know how; your intelligence is awesome. You are blest with a gift of writing; do not put it in a box. I love to watch it blossom. Your mum.
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