A painting of God’s angels caught my eye during a movie about fathers and sons reconciling. The painter’s heaven is winged babies, unusually skilled at playing harps and hovering over clouds. I don’t have anything against babies, especially the ones that play instruments. But I hope heaven has more real people more talking, more reconciling, more fallen comrades who are amazed that I am there, too.
Jason Barmer
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