I really hope I make it to Heaven, because in my head, I live in a Utopian society – everyone does the right thing, rules are fair, and atrocities don’t exist.

If you’ve read my road trip series, you know my family loves the superstore circuit. Tonight, upon exiting our local superstore, we went to our car, only to find a really big ding to the back of it. No note, no nothing. I just couldn’t fathom why someone wouldn’t go into the store, or at least stick their card or a note under the windshield.

But, then again, I can’t fathom the tragedy out of Ohio, the pro-wrestler who apparently turned on his family before turning upon himself, the SUV guy who killed his family before inflicting a superficial wound to himself to “cover it up”, the mom killed while on a paper route to earn extra money … all of these senseless events, all with children involved.

So, in comparison, the ding to hubby’s car is “no big” … but it is to my vision of Utopia. Thankfully there is a Utopia that actually does exist and will live up to, and exceed my wildest expectations … it’s called Heaven.

And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. In the daytime (for there will be no night there) its gates will never be closed; and they will bring the glory and the honor of the nations into it; and nothing unclean, and no one who practices abomination and lying, shall ever come into it, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life (Revelation 21:23-27).