Consider housekeeping your launchpad to happiness. Clearing away what no longer sparks joy (thanks, Marie Kondo), creating space for what you envision, and anticipating beauty -- that's what opens you up to the heavens. Let the good rush in and through you, and then ship your art.
But worse than a six-year-old making the stuff up is Tyndale House self-righteously taking the book off the market because it isn't literally true, as if that should be a big surprise! It's not real? No kidding. Keep selling the book. People enjoy it.
Needless to say, this will shroud the realm of near-death experiencers with a blanket of disbelief. And perhaps that is justified, to an extent. But as I said, you cannot of just one opinion in matters like these.
I may add magical elements to the piece, but they are always based on photos. I need to do that to get the realism that my muse demands. I was a little leery about drawing an image that lived only in my mind, but I decided to give it a shot.
Once upon a time just a few years ago, a little pine tree stood in the deep forest, isolated and naked. He wondered aloud why he was so small and skinny while a big pine tree standing just several feet away had so many full and lusty branches.
For Burke, the allegory of Paradise Circus is not really about satirizing any individual faith per se, his own or anyone's -- it's more about shining a light on the absurdity of killing one another over competing theories of the unknowable.
Pet owners are rejoicing, and indeed even a nonbeliever like me finds it charming. Still, I worry: does His Holiness include bacteria? He had better, because bacteria are part of who we are -- a big part.
We don't have to wait for a life review. We can review our lives now including forgiving ourselves and others. We can understand the connectedness to everyone and everything. Everything done to others we are doing to ourselves.
I realize that some may see this as a sign, an act of God if you will. There will be others, those who will doubt. And that's okay. But one thing's for sure, and that's how remarkably clear this image in the sky really is.
As I was finishing my second dessert, Jesus rode up on a rainbow-colored horse and gazed down upon me. He looked like Kenny Loggins during his "Danger Zone" period, except with bluer eyes, and smiled the most compassionate smile I had ever seen.
It was one of those puff-piece New York Post assignments that landed in my lap once in a while back in the day, and that was fine by me -- no crime, no chalk outlines on the street, no survivors to interview.
Ever since I was a young girl, I knew that Ramadan was an extraordinary time of the year. It is a time when there was an abundance of everything in our lives -- food, family, friends, love, giving, forgiving and prayers.
I recognized all the Bible verses, the step-by-step, point-by-point sales pitch for an eternal destination. But now, I have no interest in buying what they're selling. If this is the way to Heaven, I'm not going.
Here's a good story about 12 young Rwandans, born in a terrible time of violence and genocide, who are playing very positive roles in their country's growing hospitality sector. It's a funny story, too.