Today I was in purgatory waiting for the new arrival, waiting for the next batch of newcomers. Everyone in hell has to do it. It is like jury duty, but for hell. It is an awful job because A) half of them don't relies they are dead B) it is like gathering kittens, they just wander and C) you have to hear their story of death, and where they think they are going to be placed. I saw the big white submarine like vehicle swoop down to the dock. Then I saw all of them come out. Oh no, I thought, the kids group. It is the worst possible group you could get, because of their stories, they are always so sad, but I gather myself and I walk over to the disoriented Children and I so my lines "Hi , I am Jennifer, but you can call me jen. This is purgatory and well-" I try not to cry while saying it-"and well, you are all dead" They all look horrified at me when I say it, but then I quickly move on and say "let's all sit down, and talk. I know you all have a ton of questions" They all find their spot in the circle of round chairs with their name tags on the seat. They put on the name tags and all look at me, waiting, for something, anything.
For hours I explained what all of this is, and every time I said anything, their faces would grow more and more weary, until I said "It is ok, you know why? Because since your all under 18, you are all going to heaven!" their faces lit up like New York on new year's. Then started the questions like Bethany, who died from a car crash at only 14 asked "will we see God?" and I wanted to laugh because this was the first question I asked."Bethany you will all have time to meet God personally." Then another generic question from Tommy G. who died of cancer at only 11 asked "will we get to see our family members, that also died?" and I nodded and he asked another question "will we be able to see undead family members?" I shook my head and answered "no it is forbidden, because then they would become paranoid, they would ask you things, that you could answer, it just isn't a good idea, but you can sign up to be a guardian angel, then you can watch over someone else and keep them safe." Then I went to the next question from a starved to death child at only 3 "ya Hamdy"
"How can we understand each other? I think I am speaking Arabic, but I don't think you are."
"I never really, thought anyone would ask it, umm well, we all speak Gods language, on any given day, he can make us speak and understand English, or Chinese. Really we don't know what language we are speaking but we all understand each other, because like I said, we are all under Gods' voice." She smiled and then one more person asked me something. Allie K. from Utah, die at only 8 from an avalanche asked me "Is there anything after heaven? Like is there a cycle?" I was baffled at how someone so small, could be that wise and deep (probably only to me) but I said to her something I would have wanted to hear "Allie, it is heaven, there can be as many cycles you want." Her eyes were huge and she was grinning from ear to ear, and responded only by saying "neato". "Everyone please get on the bus to heaven." they all laughed like it wasn't for real. It was real alright, totally real.
