I imagine Heaven would have very nice weather - perfect climate where you can wear a leather jacket or shorts and a sweater.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My idea of heaven used to be relaxing at home with a cheese plate and champagne.
I cook a mean Sunday lunch. My idea of Heaven is a lunch outside on a beautifully sunny Sunday afternoon. It's the time to gather everyone together.
When I've pictured what Heaven would be like, I've always imagined myself free to explore the outer reaches of space.
To go to heaven, fully to enjoy God, is infinitely better than the most pleasant accommodations here.
For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that, for me, heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.
An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.
I grew up at the base of a mountain in Virginia, so my comfort zone is that Appalachian area, where all the dudes wear Carhartt and all the women can put on a beautiful sweater with a snowman applique and nobody raises an eyebrow.
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
I can't really change for a climate. I've got to be Theophilus London in any weather.