Last night I dreamed that I died, and the I saw the funeral procession coming down the road. The lead car looked like the same one that brought my mother home from the hospital.I was filled with a sense of peace. Choirs of angels surrounded me. Halleluia! they shouted. Another sinner saved.I kept wondering if they had the right guy.
It was starting to seem like I was home free. Heaven. I had made it. I looked around to see if I could pick out some celestial celebrities. I wasn’t quite sure, given their heavenly raiments, who was who. I saw a few minor gods and some saints. Wasn’t that Poseidon with a couple of his minions? And wasn’t that St. Cecelia, patron saint of music, offering me a heavenly hankie to dry my tears of joy?I really started to relax. And then most amazing, I had a vision of the Supreme Omnipotent Being, and knew that despite all the evil and sin in the world, Goodness reigned.