3

Someone once asked me how old I thought we'd be in heaven. I didn't even have to think about it too long; I said "3." My answer has no real theology behind it, no real biblical citations to proof text, just my own personal preference. I mean think about what life was like for most of us when we were 3:

No school.
No real responsibility.
No worrying about politics.
No real concept of religion.
No bills.
No understanding of hatred or difference.
No diets, just eating whatever was put in front of you--if you liked it.
Your imagination could actually take you places.
Your experience of loss was minimal if not non-existent.
Your only great worry was whether or not you could play outside.
You weren't judged.

Come to think of it, 3 was a pretty awesome age, and who knows, maybe the eternal kingdom of God is full of non-judging, loving, carefree children, all seeking the same goal with the same purpose.

And you know, now that I've written this, maybe there is a passage, a word from Jesus, I can proof text (if even in somewhat of a "tongue-and-cheek" fashion): "
"Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."

CPT