Free Heaven and Hell by Kenneth Zeigler

will know of those lost ones, but that knowledge will not stir within you the feelings that you had for them on Earth. You will be spared that pain. You will know of them without truly knowing them. Even still; that knowledge carries with it a burden. Do not enter into such a decision lightly. I believe that your mother has sought some of that knowledge in her short time here.”
    “I have,” Jennifer said, “but only a little bit, and not for years. I had to know what was going on with my family, my son, back on Earth. But it can be painful; I found that out really quickly. Chris, honey, once you get to feeling just a bit more comfortable here, I’ll show you how. But get settled in here first. It’s an entirely different world; you need some guidance at first. My own grandparents were my guide, I will be yours.”
    Chris was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable with this subject. He realized that there were many adjustments to make. “You know, I was just thinking, I didn’t realize that people ate food in Heaven. I didn’t think they needed to.”
    “We really don’t,” Jennifer said. “But I suppose old habits are hard to break.”
    “Especially when we are talking about your mother’s wonderful apple pies,” said Jesus. “During my time on Earth, the Pharisees often criticized Me because I loved a good meal, a good glass of wine, and the pleasant company that went along with it. Some called Me a glutton and a drunkard. There will always be those who will find fault with what we do. Many saints here in Heaven have abandoned eating because it is no longer necessary to sustain life. They wish to spend that extra time seeking a closer relationship with the Father. I understand their reasoning, but I have not given up the partaking of food. I have found that conversations held over a dinner table tend to be among the most sincere. That is when people are the most likely to open up to you.”
    “My son will be well fed and well looked after here,” said Jennifer, a broad smile on her face. “I’ll see to that.”
    Jesus glanced over at Jennifer. He laughed openly. “I’m quite certain of that.” Then he returned his gaze to Chris. “Your mother will take good care of you, now that you are here. She loves you very much. Listen to her Chris, consider all that she tells you, I know that her council will be sound. She has much to teach you.” There was a brief pause.
    “But understand this; Heaven is not a final destination for humankind. In your modern era, you have places for the older members of your society, some call them rest homes, others rehabilitation centers. Heaven is not a place such as this. It is not simply a place of rest. As I told you before, your spiritual growth has just begun. Here, with a closer, more intimate relationship with the Father, you will grow greatly in knowledge and wisdom. You will develop God-given gifts that you cannot yet imagine. Many are called, but few are chosen. Chris, you are one of the chosen; that is why you are here. One day you and the other children of God living here, shall be called to God’s highest purposes.”
    Now, Chris was really intrigued. “Which is?”
    “One of my dearest servants, the one I personally called on the road to Damascus, told you a little bit about it in his letter to the Corinthians. He told you that you would judge the angels. It is a responsibility handed to you directly from the Father. You were created a little lower than the angels, but, in time, your wisdom and authority will far exceed theirs. For many here in Heaven, that is already true. Do you now see why satan and his minions hate you so much?”
    “Yes,” replied Chris, “but I don’t think I ever really grasped it like I do now.”
    “And as time passes, you will understand still more,” Jesus said. “Another thing, and this is very important; God needs from you your love and devotion. Some people feel that the Father literally feeds on your adoration and