Ugh. The Christian heaven as described in the NT and by the true believers would be ridiculously boring and maximally unfit for the attention span and brain activity of humanity. Eternal fellowship and worship with the divine one and his kid and ghost? Spare me. After about eight earth hours, I suspect even the Joyce Meyer-level believers will need a break. "Anyone here got a Smart Speaker? I didn't know I'd have to just sit and stare at glowing presences." God: 'My dearest daughter, I have brought here to --' Joyce: (breaking in) Borrrring!! Borrring!! I'm sorry, I know you're the big guy and everything, but I have - had - eNOUGH. I said I loved you, what else do you want??"
How do I know this? Just ask Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie. They were married to Brad Fucking Pitt, got to look at his face all day, and they're well out of it now. Or ask David Justice, Eric Benet, or Olivier Martinez, who got to share every waking moment with Halle Berry, but that's all over now.
I intend to preach about this, if I can a guest pastor gig at our local Semi-Apostolic Church of the Presumptive Godhead, which is a full-Bible congregation.
Me: Good morning, and what a beautiful morning it is. And what a beautiful sanctuary you have, here at Semi-Apostolic. My text today is from Ecclesiastes. You that wish to read along, we'll start at chapter 3, verses 19-22:
"For the fate of the sons of men and the fate of beasts is the same. As one dies, so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts; for all is vanity. All go to one place, all are from the dust, and all turn to dust again. Who knows whether the spirit of man goes upward and the spirit of the beast goes down to the earth? So I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should enjoy his work, for that is his lot; who can bring him to see what will be after him?"
And let's cap that off with chapter 9, verses 5 and 6:
"For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward; but the memory of them is lost. Their love and their hate and their envy have already perished, and they have no more for ever any share in all that is done under the sun."
(Unrest in congregation.)
I know, weird, right? Do you see what he's saying? And this (thumping Bible) is scripture! He's saying all the heaven talk is malarkey. So now, God's giving YOU the choice of what to believe.
(Angry comment from elderly man in front row.)
Oh, shut up, Herbert, for pity's sake. Just shut your big trap. I remember you coming here week after week with that insufferable wife of yours. What was her name? Josie? Jezebel? No, it was Jodie. She's dead. I'm so glad. She bossed you around 'til even your best friends were saying you needed to grow a pair -- behind your back, obviously. You want there to be a heaven so that you can go see her fat ass again and have her give you directions on worship? Am I right? I don't see you saying anything now. Think about it.
See, your Bible says the dead know nothing. Spell it with me. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. Is that so frightening? You need fairy tales, at your age? Hell, half of you are on your last legs now. This whole church will be dead in 15 years, maybe less.
So, in conclusion, there will be no offering today. Donate to our food bank, if you wish, we'll keep that going. But go spend your money on something that makes you happy. Forget all this heaven stuff. It's stupid. Your Bible says so. Tell your friends. Now get the hell out of here.