Can't Wait to Get to Heaven

Still Confused

6:58 PM

As Norma drove home from the hospital that night, her mind was spinning. She was still not sure whether to believe Aunt Elner or not. Mr. Pixton said that what she had described had been a very common near-death experience. She had heard about that kind of thing before, so she knew that was certainly a real possibility. And of course Macky was certain that everything Elner thought had happened had been nothing more than a dream, and he could be right, but still Norma wondered. She knew Aunt Elner’s story was insane and probably not true, but she wanted so much to think that there was something or somebody at least checking up on us from time to time, even if it was somebody named Raymond. She had worked so hard at trying to believe. The first thing she did every morning was read the card she had received in her newcomers packet at the Unity Church. She had taped it on the mirror above the bathroom sink.

GOOD MORNING!

This is God.

I am going to handle

All your problems today,

So go in peace.

Have a good day!

Every day she tried to go in peace, turn all her worries and problems over to God, but every day by nine or at least by ten, she would forget he was supposed to be in charge and she would take them back. Why couldn’t she hold out for at least one day, and if He were really there, why didn’t He just say so and quit making it so hard? It’s not like the believers in the world were all nice. They had been killing one another for years. Her own mother had been a Presbyterian and was not very nice—even now that she was dead, according to Aunt Elner. And although he didn’t believe in God, Macky was one of the nicest people in the world. “Oh Lord,” she thought, “no wonder so many people are either drunk or on dope.”