Climax

(The track, played by brilliant Smooth 70s , reminded me that I owe you the results of my stalking of sex, the problem of, I mean.)

A Christian’s life climaxes in Heaven. But in what sense, or senses?

Will some of our urges and desires – those that in the post-original-sin context lead to harm – just disappear? Or will the next perfect context render them harmless and bless them?

You may recall that I’ve been turned on by these questions for a while now. And I’ve reached a pretty rousing conclusion.

However, I still hesitate whether to expose it. Although I have to agree that generally it is good for people to end up in Heaven, what if we make it to Paradise – if we make it to Paradise – and find it full of types who became good Christians and got there for a wrong reason*?

(The session will be continued, but let me keep the tension up , so to speak. Treat this little note as a bit of intellectual foreplay.)

 Someone says it's good for business. (Whose business? You may ask.) But then, some guys at the  BBC would be prone to highlight this kind of opinion , wouldn't they? (Getty Images)

*just take a stroll in downtown Cardiff on a weekend night to see the kind of guys would be the first to get on the straight and narrow if promised a heavenly mega party. I can easily picture them standing in the first heavenly assembly, bursting with anticipation, and eagerly repeating a short prayer in their minds: “Lord, just say the word! Just say the word!” And they wouldn’t mean: “Now, let’s start a psalm”, but just: “Start!”