When John came, it was sent from heaven.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -- and in it are my friends -- every one of them.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!

Everybody wants to go heaven, but nobody wants to die.

There’s a heaven for everybody. Only its location is different.