Jesus Fell Three Times

I fell once, and the pain was great for me.
My foot swelled up, and, when I tried to walk, I winced with pain.
My foot, bruised, turned purple.
My foot, injured, swelled, so that I could not fit in my shoes.
I yelped in pain and refused to walk.

Jesus fell three times.
His feet, which carried Our Savior, were wounded and beaten.
His precious feet were bruised and swollen,
screamed in pain as they tried to bear the weight of Our God and His Cross of Love.
His sandals were gone.
Each step an exercise in pain,
but He uttered not a word.
He took His beatings.
He bore the pain.
His love for us,
His mission of Love,
bore the pain, the injustice, the brutal torture, the death on the cross.
Even when His own body betrayed Him for lack of blood,
for the pain He felt,
for the knowledge of what was finally going to end His life.
There was no one to wash and care for His feet as He walked the path of death.
There were no pain relievers to help Him bear His pain.

He walked,
finally with the help of Simeon carrying the instrument of torture and death,
He walked with love for us.
He bore the weight of our sins as he suffered
He walked and fell three times.

So, How's Heaven?

I know you're there, waiting for me.  So, how's heaven, really?  Are the angels always flying around or do they stop and talk with you?  Do they walk with you?  Do you have a home where you live, or do you travel all over heaven walking with the angels or Our Loving Lord?
    I have a friend you've never met, and she's quickly nearing the day when she will fall into  the open arms of God.  She and I have decided that we will meet at the river that flows through heaven when we both cross over.  How big is that river?  Will I be able to see her across the river?  Do you ever walk the banks of that river?  Are the waters really living?
    Is there food in heaven?  I know the Heavenly Food, the Eucharist, will always be enthroned there, but do you gather for meals or prayer times?  Are there parties and celebrations?  What do you say when you see each other in heaven?  Do you have a heavenly name?
    Are you there waiting for me?  I miss you so much!  Do you plan to greet me at the threshold of heaven?  Will you take me to meet Jesus when I pass the boundaries of time and space?  What does it feel like to be in the absolute presence of God?
    You left me earlier than either of us had planned.   I long for the day when we see each other again.  I'm happy here, but I long for the joy of seeing the Risen Lord.  I long for the joy of seeing you and holding you again.  Will I be able to touch you?  Will I feel your hand in mine?  Will you be at the river waiting for me, too? 

 It's not my time yet, I know that.  One day, it will be.  My name is written somewhere in that Book of Life.  Until then, I love you, and I miss you. 

How's Heaven, really?