Do dogs go to heaven?

Why not believe that dogs go to heaven?

Do you know for a fact that they don’t? If you have that information, please share. For me, I find this to be one of those positive or negative personality tests. Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s a matter of personal preference. I choose the positive. I believe in Heaven.

What have you got to lose. If I believe and there is a Heaven… guess what, I’m there. But if I get to end of life and there isn’t a Heaven… then I’m I any worse off than if I didn’t believe in Heaven? I don’t think so. On the other hand, what if going to Heaven depends on believing in Heaven and if I go through this life and say there is no Heaven and then I die and … oh no…. I don’t get to go to Heaven just because I didn’t believe. What a tragedy.

So… in the same light, why not believe that dogs go to Heaven? Why wouldn’t they and even if they don’t, what is the point in belaboring the point. Just because we can’t comprehend something doesn’t mean that it isn’t true. Just because we don’t understand something doesn’t make it disappear. There are so many aspects of this world that we can’t begin to explain and yet we can’t deny that they exist.

What about time and space for instance. We know that time is real and exists. But did time begin? If there was a first second when time began… what happened one second before that?  Okay, you say, “Time alway was. It always existed. There was no beginning of time.” Good luck with that. So, in essence, we know that time had to either have a beginning or not have a beginning… but neither concept is fathomable to our intelligence.

The same goes with the concept of space. We all agree that space exists… right? But where does space end? Does it have an end? If space has an end… then what is one inch past that point? We know that it either ends or it doesn’t. One of these statements must be true. But we can’t conceive of either of them being true.

So you can’t conceive of the idea that dogs go to Heaven? So what…

Just Imagine Heaven

Just Imagine Heaven

Heavenly images? No one knows what Heaven will look like. One thing you can be sure of is that it will be more beautiful than anything we can imagine.

But all we have for now is our imagination. And that’s OK. Imagination has gotten a bad rap in recent times. But when you really think about it, that’s how our brain works. When we think about anything we see pictures or images in our head.

We actually run movies between our ears all the time. We don’t see things in “list” or “datasheet” view. For example if I ask you to think about what is in your bedroom closet, can you see a picture of the items in your closet? You don’t see a list of items on a piece of paper. We use our imaginations every day in very constructive ways.

I like to imagine my dad in Heaven with Jesus. I have a picture of them together on my wall. I can see it right now between my ears. Is Heaven real? Yes. But then I believe in Jesus.

Jesus said there is a Heaven. Jesus actually left his heavenly kingdom to come down to earth to give us a cure from the disease of sin so that if we just believe what he told us we can spend eternity in Heaven with him…just the way he always intended for us to do.

It started in the Garden of Eden. God originally intended for us to live with him in the Garden and he still intends for us to live with him. Heaven or the Garden of Eden…”a rose by any other name”… Jesus also said he was going to prepare a place for us. Yes and when he comes back he will bring it with him.

It says in Revelation that Jesus will create a new Heaven and a new Earth. That’s good news for me. It’s great to know that no matter what might happen to us here in this brief moment we have on Earth, we will all be back together again in Heaven. No more tears, no more sorrows. No disease, no hunger.

In Memory by Edna Tucker


Written in memory of our dearly beloved father and grandfather, Robert Milton Brown
Whom God called home August 31, 1943

He’s gone. The sunlight doesn’t seem so, bright today.
A haunting sadness lingers in the air.
The old armchair is vacant,
The voice we loved is stilled.
For God has called our loved one over there.
Yet, we cannot help but listen,
For his foot fall on the walk.
And for the gentle tap, tap of his cane.
For it seems his spirit lingers
Around the old home place.
Altho’ we’ll never see him here again.

His last few, days on earth, he prayed so hard to die,
His shrunken body was so wracked with pain.
But, now bathed in the fountain
Of the crystal stream of life,
His body will grow strong and young again.
Just why this life must hold so much
Of heartbreak and of tears,
Is something that we cannot understand.
But, Jesus will reveal it. all to us some happy day,
When we are gathered there at God’s right hand.
We don’t know why we grieve
Because God called his spirit home,
And we were forced to lay him in the tomb.
He has only crossed the valley
That we all must cross someday.
To a paradise where fragrant flowers bloom.
We know that heaven now retains the treasures that it gave,
That earth the lonely casket only keeps.
And we feel the golden sunbeams love to linger round
‘The sacred place where dear old daddy sleeps.
The star of life has sunk from sight
For just a little while.
To rise again upon that blissful shore
Where like a precious jewel
In the crown of life he’s won
T’will shine amid the saints forever more.


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I Often Thought

I Often Thought

I often thought when they were small

And marked crisscrosses on the wall,

That childless couples had the breaks.

I realize now, ’twas my mistake.

I often thought on baking day,

When they were always in the way,

That it would be, oh well, just fine

To have my kitchen cleared, one time.

I longed for solitude, it seemed,

Some leisure time to sit and dream.

But, as they leave the old home nest,

I’m being subjected to the test.

I find that youngster’s noisy ways,

Are better far than lonely days.

Today, my house is orderly,

But yet somehow, it don’t suit me.

I have a lot of leisure time,

But, they keep straying through my mind.

My daydreams are of by-gone years,

I salt my baking with my tears.

I don’t believe I’d mind at all,

To see cross marks on the wall.

To once more hear, ‘twould be so grand,

“Please mommy, may I lick the pan?”

This is a poem that was written by my grandmother, Edna Tucker. It is probably my favorite poem written by my grandmother. She died when I was 4 years old and I can’t really remember much about her except that she was kind to me. Edna Tucker’s poems were mostly published at the time by way of the local newspaper in a small town in Oklahoma were most of my family came from.

And I often thought, “Do dogs go to Heaven?”