jumping to heaven

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With floor to ceiling trampolines, dodge balls, and foam pits, Bounce Fun Plex is heaven on earth for all kinesthetic types. Time dilates as you float through otherworldly dimensions, gravity redefined. You hardly notice the exhaustion creeping up, jumping like you're dumb, du-du-du-du-dumb.

The first steps off the trampolines are disillusion. Harsh floor boards violate your feet with shocking impact. Flat ground is so...

Meh.

That's why if God chose me to write something like the book of Revelation, my symbolic description of heaven wouldn't include anything like pure precious stones. No, the angel would certainly show me a New Jerusalem with trampoline walls, trampoline streets, dodge balls (the old fashioned red kind), and various chocolate milk slides that launch you between foam pits and ice cream pits.

Is that not a vision to behold?

I'm sure many skeptical intellectual scholar types would eagerly raise questions about various flaws of this symbol in my vision, pointing out that there are some bodily locations where you never want to get hit by a dodge ball, trampolines or no trampolines, for ever. And ever. 

And they would be correct, because my vision of heaven taken in any literal or non-literal sense is quite limited. Aren't all such visions like trying to explain the concepts of art or justice or money to my dog Josie?

"Yeah, sure. That little rectangular paper can get me all the dog treats I want. Thanks, but I'm going to the garbage and look for some dirty diapers."

Because if some identifiable part of us can be with God, where He dwells eternally, shouldn't that place exists beyond the boundaries of space and time? Neither precious stones nor trampolines nor anything you can think of can even come close to describing it.

But those things are all we know.

So for the days I'm given to jump, I'll spend at least a moment of time jumping to heaven.


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