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ABOUT THE FIRST PART of the present century, Robert W. Service wrote these lines: “My father, Christmas passed away When I was barely seven. At twenty-one, alack-a-day, I lost my hope of heaven. Yet not in either lies the curse, The h--l of it’s because I don’t know which loss hurts the worse— My God or Santa Claus.” What is heaven? A state of mind, peaceful sleep, an advanced state in reincarnation? Most of us believe in an after-life, what will it be like? Someone has said: “If a man’s reach does not exceed his grasp, what’s a heaven for?” If a man’s mental reach does not exceed his physical grasp, what IS a heaven for? The end of the rainbow—its more than that. A rainbow is just sunshine through misty rain, intangible. Heaven must be real; that is to the immortal soul. Losing God? We might lose our faith in Santa Claus and the Easter rabbit, but you can’t lose God, He is never Host. Some times we lose our realization of Him but He is ever there, manifesiiftg. ifivaried ways, ever before us, beckoning” us on.D
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