I started reading "The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold. I've only read the first third, but so far it doesn't ring true. In the book, a young girl in middle school is killed by a man from the community. She observes the aftermath from Heaven and tries to uncover the killer to her family and friends. I have a much different view of Heaven. I see it as a place of serenity and peace, not one of anxiety and vengeance. When we pass on, I think that we discard our worldly problems like a rumpled robe or perhaps we toss them on a table with our keys and loose change, never to be picked up again. I think of some of the great works here like a painting by Van Gogh, a sonnet by Shakespeare, a piano concerto by Mozart, or a poem by Browning. I can only imagine the beauty that must await in God's Kingdom. I don't believe that one would spend one minute contemplating the last hours on Earth. If you were killed, I think that you would lament that you could be the reason that someone might forever be separated from God. Certainly, you would have the wisdom to forgive him, even if your loved ones still living could not. The Heaven in the book seems to be devoid of God and any joy. That can't be true. God's plan is unfolding as it should, even when we don't understand it.