"Heaven is for Real"

Why do I live my life as though God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and Heaven are just mere concepts, words on paper, ideas passed down through the ages?? This is not to say that I don't believe in them...I do. But why do so many parts of my life reflect the fact that my activities/words/thoughts do not always stem from my spiritual beliefs? How can I love Jesus (like I sing and say I do) when there are people I have almost nothing but negative feelings toward? How can I long for Heaven (like I sing and say I do) when I spend nearly zero time thinking about it...and have very little information about it...and have no real-time experience with it? How can I say I follow Jesus when He told me that to do so meant I had to pick up my cross? (...and I don't make it a habit to be tortured for Jesus; or know many that do.) Why am I so fake, a poser, a hypocrite, a scab? I don't want to be.

Well, a book came across my path Friday evening and I finished it 24 hours later (it was only 150 pages and written in a smooth conversational style)..."Heaven is for Real" by Todd Burpo. It chronicles the author's son's visit to Heaven.

This little book made me smile, think, hope, cry, believe, and gain a better perspective on, well, stuff. It's hard to define right now; but some of those questions posed earlier I now am dealing with and considering in a positive manner. But the greatest joy gained has been the added knowledge of just how much God loves me. I recommend this story to you for no other reason than to offer the blessing of this wisdom.