The universal longing for heaven is not about immortality so much as the wish for a world in which everyone is always kind.
I think the reason I cried was that she pointed out the fact that we could live in the world we want if only we were the people that we could be. But we aren't so we don't. The enormity of this tragedy was suddenly overwhelming. And. I cried.
Today when I went out I was helped by someone on the elevator. He held the door open for me as I backed up. He was kind. But he minded being kind. I admit there are moments that I mind being kind.
I don't like that about myself.
Today when I was out I dropped something on the floor as I was paying for groceries. The woman behind quickly leaned down and grabbed it, I thanked her and she smiled saying, 'No bother, I don't mind at all.' She didn't mind being kind.
Both were kind.
But each felt vitally different from one another.
Today when I was out, I stopped and carried some groceries for a woman from my building who was struggling home. I just put them on my lap and rode alongside her. She thanked me, I didn't mind. I was in the mood to be kind, I had the time to be kind, so kindness came easily.
But I'm not always that guy.
I try to be kind, I try do what I believe I should do, I just sometimes don't feel like it, don't want to, and therefore I sometimes am grudgingly kind. I mind being kind at times.
I don't like that.
It's like I have to power of heaven in my hands and my heart and, moment by moment, I have a choice to make. If I can just get my mind to be kind then I won't mind being kind.
Why is that so hard?