Bob Wright
Hawkeye
This happened many years ago. The "little girl" is now a mother herself.
I was at my daughter's home in Ohio. We had gathered around an open fire in the cool, late evening. All the rest of the famil had gone inside except my oldest grand daughter, about foru or five at the time, and I. She was looking pensive.
"Grandpa, where is Heaven?" she asked me.
That made me think a moment before answering.
With the wisdom God gave me just for that moment, I gave her a brief but honest answer about what we call "heaven," the sky above us, outer space, and God's abode.
She was pleased with my answer, looked as if she had been enlightened. And from then thought her grandfather was the keeper of all knowledge.
Bob Wright
I was at my daughter's home in Ohio. We had gathered around an open fire in the cool, late evening. All the rest of the famil had gone inside except my oldest grand daughter, about foru or five at the time, and I. She was looking pensive.
"Grandpa, where is Heaven?" she asked me.
That made me think a moment before answering.
With the wisdom God gave me just for that moment, I gave her a brief but honest answer about what we call "heaven," the sky above us, outer space, and God's abode.
She was pleased with my answer, looked as if she had been enlightened. And from then thought her grandfather was the keeper of all knowledge.
Bob Wright