Thank you, Billy, for "The 10 Things I Want When I Get to Heaven"
When I was twelve years of age, my most-favorite place was in our living room. That’s where my most-favorite household appliance was located. I am talking about the “Electronic Babysitter,” the “One-eyed Monster,”: Our television set.
Parental controls had not been invented yet, but my parents’ stern words of advice were well intact. I knew what I could and could not watch.
Now realistically, in 1965, was was there really to watch on black and white television that was racy, steamy and high in sexual suggestive tones?
Not much. Sadly, for me, not much.
But all was not lost for my curious mind and thought processes. I wasn’t a dangerous kid. Nor was I a member of any secret anti-American cult. I was just a normal pre-teen living in rural Alabama. That pretty much sums up my lie at that stage.
One night something really strange happened to me. And it had nothing to do with the Cold War, rebellion against the United States, or dabbling into the strange, new drug scene.
My strange occurrence came in the form of a tall gent named Billy Graham. Yes, Reverend Billy Graham, “America’s preacher.” That Billy Graham who had carried the Gospel to all corners of the earth and throughout the United States so many times that his staff had lost count.
Yes, that Billy Graham who all presidents of our country trusted in times of crises and peace. That Billy Graham whose words and vernacular caused the coldest of hearts to pay attention.
At first word, I loved him. I mean at that age, I wasn’t into religion that much except attending church with my parents occasionally, but Billy Graham stood for more than just religion. He was real, honest, and human. And he openly-admitted that he was a sinner in need of Jesus everyday of his life.
What’s this? An honest preacher. I was hooked instantly.
In his powerful sermon he talked mostly about Heaven and what all believers in Christ might expect upon arrival. Graham didn’t chatter that much about Hell. I understood that. Who needs to hear about a place that serves perpetual torment?
“In Heaven,” Graham stated. “All of the things you didn’t get to have or enjoy in (this) life, will be waiting for you there. God planned it that way,” he added.
I was instantly-hooked. Again.
Rev. Graham did in-fact, go into some elaboration on seeing and being able to talk to Jesus, The Heavenly Father and the Holy Spirit; The pearly gates --twelve in all; the street of gold; the legions of Holy angels and such beauty, these mortal eyes have never beheld.
This was breath-taking to a 12-year-old, and it still is to this now-60-year-old, but after his telecast went off the air, I went to my bedroom, grabbed my trusty Nifty (a trusted brand name in notebooks), and wrote down the “10 Things I Want To Have When I Get To Heaven.”
To save time, these are those things I wrote on that list in 1965, and the list is still current today in 2013.
1.) All of the fresh black coffee I can drink
2.) A simple log cabin with two rooms that my wife and I can live in and enjoy our lives in Heaven.
3.) Every Friday at noon, a gentle rain that kisses the tin roof of my cabin.
4.) All of my pets that I lost in (this) life. Tramp, Baby Dog, Pensie, Sandy, Buddy, Frank, Button my dogs. Buttermilk, Queenie, Front Page, Fozzie and Pepper, my cats and my daughter’s cats. Oh, our daughter will only visit with my wife and I.
5.) My three grandkids and my daughter and son-in-law to drop in to share with my wife and I about their adventures, joy and successes while on earth.
6.) Forests that run ner our log cabin for firewood that I can cut for that time my wife and I can cuddle near the fireplace and talk about our time on earth.
7.) A crisp fall night just one night every two weeks to remind us how nice fall was on earth.
8.) All of our true old friends we had on earth.
9.) All of my Followers I had on HubPages while I lived on earth.
10.) An angel or two to drop by for visits with my wife and I, and give me flying lessons and I don’t mean in a Cessna four-passenger plane.
These are my 10 things I look forward to having when I enter Heaven.
When I hit the “publish” button in a minute, I am going to send it on to Heaven so God, the power-that-be can be getting a headstart in preparing my things.
Wonder if He will give me extra points for showing Him this personal courtesy?