This is a thread directed, I think, principally at those who actually believe they will have a "life after death." And I make bold to presume that most of those types think that this will go on forever, and forever, and forever...and will never, ever end.
Now, as someone who knows a bit of what it's like to live in this life (for 73 years in just 3 weeks), I can't help but wonder what those after-life believers think it will be like.
I mean, I can read for several hours at a time, for example -- but then I've got to get up and do something else. I can listen to opera for quite a while, but then I need a change-up -- maybe a walk in the woods, or a little snogging with they honey (wink, wink).
A lot of the things I did decades ago, I never do any more, and if I get to live much longer (hey, I can dream, can't I?), I hope to do some things I've never done before.
But the thought of trying to fill up an actual eternity -- that utterly defeats me. I mean, Mark Twain, in his "Letters From the Earth," pokes fun at those who can barely stand an hour of worship once a week, and mostly move their mouths without singing much during the hymns, but seem to look forward to doing nothing but worshipping and singing hymns non-stop for unending eons. How can that be?
So, anyway, there's the question: you have all eternity, never-ever ending, and you're going to have to keep yourself interested and involved, yet there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, except worship; do you really look forward to it?
For all eternity, I'll be careful not to offend loving God for fear that he will smite me and destroy all those around me (Noah's flood). I will hear God's love in the screams of water buffalo, eaten alive by hungry lions. I will talk about God's love with the millions of Jews who now reside in heaven, but last frequented NAZI torture camps and death camps. I'll talk about God's love as live Jews, with no anesthesia, had their tattoo's peeled off by NAZI knives to make lampshades.
We'll talk about original sin....the sin of being born....the sin created by Adam and passed down to us (though the bible says that sin doesn't pass down). We'll talk about the sin of bedding our neighbor's wives (10 commandments), and about God bedding Joseph's wife, Mary and producing son Jesus. We'll talk about the sin of murder, and the wars that were permitted to rage uncontrolled, and the many wars that were started by Christians (Crusades, and even the modern war in Iraq that had nothing to do with terrorism or the al Qaeda).
There isn't much to do except think and talk. If we really did have harps, and we each played a different tune, the cacophony would drive us over the edge (watch for falling angels). We'd have to hang up (or sell) our harps, rather than carrying them around). Our halos might chaff, and the constant glow would keep us up at night.
We could look for a lot of folks that we knew on earth, but if we see them in heaven, it would be very concerning. After cheating starving Africans of food (donated from good people), it would be shocking to meet Reverend Jim and Tammy Fay Bakker in heaven. It would make me question whether it is heaven at all, or perhaps it is hell?
Heaven may be a place that is harmful to bigots? God might appear before us, as a 40 foot giant, but if there is a label on God, we might find that he is Black. Imagine a life-long bigot who comes face to giant foot with Black God (squish). One's final revenge....sticking to the bottom of sandals as a gooey mess of human protoplasm.
Maybe the hoards of starved homeless people are going to meet us in heaven, and ask why....and close in tighter and tighter. We expect the guards of heaven to protect us, but what if their will to attack is stronger than the guard's will to defend?
Maybe we'll meet the builders of the California missions in heaven, and find out that they were scared into slavery by the thought of religion? Maybe through recognition of the problem, they will finally be freed of the curse?
Maybe in heaven we will finally have the time to read all of the scriptures (just as the master did in the TV series Roots, as Kunta Kinte was being tortured to lose his African identity and accept the name Toby? (Understand that we are not to be disturbed while we learn to be holy, and act very unholy).