They’re Different
I’d rather focus on my Angels than try to follow the news each day. Charlie had his angels and every school boy knows about Victoria Secrets angels. But my Angels are different. Augustine once said he had a foot in heaven. I have my whole essence in heaven. I can’t help it. I walk to the beat of a different drummer. I’m happy I do. I might be part Buddhist, but in my own way I know Jesus. My Angels introduced me to Him. But I like Buddhist philosophy. I try to avoid the news of today, thinking this is Trump’s war—not mine. I have no part in it except I pay taxes to pay for it. My Angels take my mind off these things. I’m not sure where I’d be today without my Angels. More than likely I wouldn’t be here today. Where I’m spending eternity is a question that doesn’t even enter into my thinking. I often wonder, however, what heaven is like. Wondering about heaven and what it is lik...