A Trip for the Lost

I’ve dreamt of heaven once. All around I was surrounded by a multitude of angels, and when I lifted my voice, it raised harmoniously with praise to God. I had joined an infinite symphony of worship. His children dwelled contently in their Father’s presence, and my physical body was glorified. Streets of gold I did not notice, for my gaze was transfixed on Jesus’s face. When I opened my eyes to see the light rays piercing through the thin curtains and the scraggly dog sound asleep cuddled to my legs, my soul longed to be in that perfect place complete in my Father’s presence. My father knocked gently on the door and announced that breakfast was ready. My stomach agreed that food could wait awhile, so I picked up Sophie Rodriguez’s A Trip For the Lost and began where I left off: