Is Heaven Boring?

Scripture gives us only a sketch of the millennial kingdom. This novel fills in that sketch with one imaginative picture of what it could be like. In Avi’s world, great-great-grandfathers chase their grandchildren up orchard trees, a friendly grizzly named Bhoora is part of the family, and the King’s broadcast reaches every home at dusk.

Avi is a young songwriter who cannot talk to girls. When his father sends him on a pilgrimage to the capital, Avi learns that even a world at peace still has choices in it. Some provinces are drifting toward rebellion, and the emperor answers disloyalty with drought.

This is a story, not a study, and it does not claim to know every detail. It is written to make you think about faithfulness now and to leave you hungry for the Kingdom that is coming.

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AVI STEPPED CAUTIOUSLY through the garden, which was bathed in a dusky light. He hummed softly against the whistling breeze and giggled at the funny shape of the bouncing melody. He let the music rise, adding humor with every note. The original composition bubbled with life and movement. He could hear it taking shape in his mind. Laughable lyrics dropped into place almost without a thought. As he dug his hands into the earth, he was careful not to harm the stocks of the grafted vegetable-fruits. He sang the funny little tune as he excavated his family's garden dinner.

Thy gummy guts, our garden gracious grows.

’Tis time to rise from thy dirt brimming bed.

Mine tummy does speak with a starving groan.

Thy fruity fat, my family will be fed.

The humor of his song stretched a wide smile across his face. He tugged on a row of apricot-carrots. After pulling them into the cool evening air, he knocked the dirt free from each and lined them up in a perfect row. They were delicate, but their flavor was worth the caution. He knew the family would want dozens, but his two hands limited the amount he could carry at once. He gathered as many as he could.

“Avi, come on.” His father called. “It’s almost time.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Do you need a hand?” his dad asked as he walked in Avi’s direction through the lush plantation of blooming ground fruits. He stepped over the patch of ivy-grapes and tiptoed through the berry-grass toward his son. Garden gatherings heaped across his arms as high as his chin. One apricot-carrot fell from Avi’s grasp. He spun quickly and bobbled the veggie-fruit with his sneakered foot before kicking it to his dad. “I guess I should have said, do you need a foot?” They laughed.