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your idea of heaven

We need to lock this thread right now so that we dont "offend" the atheists. After all our primary mission in life is to tip toe around every issue so that nobody gets "offended". Dont you guys keep up with current politics? :rolleyes:

this thread wasnt intended to become a religoious discussion. my use of the word "heaven" wasnt meant as a religious reference, anyone who knows me even the slightest would know that. if it becomes a religious discussion i will lock it down with a quickness.
 
My idea of heaven....going fishing with my grandaddy, catching up with my pappa, and watchin' my maw maw shuck corn....hopefully heaven is what ya want it to be...filled with loved one's you miss and waiting on the one's you left behind. Most of all thanking Jesus Christ face to face for the ultimate sacrifice....


with a trout stream going right through the middle of it.

I think this one pretty much nailed it. Just being have some conversations with my pop that I never got to have, taste my grandma's cooking again. Maybe find a class II for under a grand and some real cheap ammo.
 
I'm hoping it's something like this…. And once again I'll be sitting in the front of Dad's boat.
 

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Local boy James Dickey wrote a wonderful poem that illustrate the point that most seem to be making that it would be a never ending heightened version of an ideal experience.

James Dickey also wrote Deliverance.

The Heaven of Animals
By James L. Dickey

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing, desperately
Outdoing what is required:
The richest wood,
The deepest field.

For some of these,
It could not be the place
It is, without blood.
These hunt, as they have done,
But with claws and teeth grown perfect,

More deadly than they can believe.
They stalk more silently,
And crouch on the limbs of trees,
And their descent
Upon the bright backs of their prey

May take years
In a sovereign floating of joy.
And those that are hunted
Know this as their life,
Their reward: to walk

Under such trees in full knowledge
Of what is in glory above them,
And to feel no fear,
But acceptance, compliance.
Fulfilling themselves without pain

At the cycle’s center,
They tremble, they walk
Under the tree,
They fall, they are torn,
They rise, they walk again.
 
I wanna be sittin' next to a river fishing again with these 2. (Me and my sister with grandparents taken back in 1986) And to hear my grandaddy tell me more Cherokee Indian stories. And hear maw maw talk about the moonshine runners and gossip of Coweta County.
 

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My idea of heaven is waking up early on a sunny day getting an early morning BJ. And then my queen (lovingly) fixes breakfast, then going fishing, or golfing, drinking beer in the shade. Then coming home and reversing the morning routine except with dinner. Then ending the evening outside by the fire pit with my queen a hookah pipe and some good scotch!!! YEeeaaahhhhhh buddy .... life is good!!
 
My idea of heaven is waking up early on a sunny day getting an early morning BJ. And then my queen (lovingly) fixes breakfast, then going fishing, or golfing, drinking beer in the shade. Then coming home and reversing the morning routine except with dinner. Then ending the evening outside by the fire pit with my queen a hookah pipe and some good scotch!!! YEeeaaahhhhhh buddy .... life is good!!

You pretty much nailed it except for the waking up early part. My heaven doesnt start until at least 11am.
 
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