Oh dear . . . I guess I’m missing something, but I don’t find it funny at all. These people obviously believe the little boy had a heaven experience. Maybe he did. Who knows? And now they’re all in distress – genuine distress – because of their loved one. I want to go and spend time with them and share hugs and coffee and assure them that Granny will be fine, whether now or later. God still loves her and will continue to take good care of her. How can they imagine that God, who loves them, could fail to love the one they love; Granny?
I can identify as my grandfather, whom I cared for in his last years, wandered off from my house and was found a couple of months later tangled up in a fence. He was always kind of proud when it came to matters of faith. He figured he was good enough, and he WAS a good man, as people go. I was very disturbed about his fate until God gave me a picture of him. In the picture, he was sitting on a grassy creek bank fishing (he loved to fish) all alone, with what looked like a vast wilderness all around him. It was a nice, peaceful scene – to me at least. I like places like that, and Grandpa did, too.
As a well-informed conservative evangelical, I “knew” this was impossible, but I really couldn’t shake the peace that God surrounded me with in that picture. I knew that somehow, my grandpa was going to be okay, even if I couldn’t understand it. I did what I do with all such things that I don’t understand and where I know I’m missing something; I put it on the shelf to wait until God explained it to me more thoroughly.
I think most of us do this, or those of us who remain sane, at least, when a loved one dies about whom we’re not certain. We hope that somehow, in their last hours, they repented unbeknownst to us, or if we know they didn’t, we still hope, even if we don’t have any basis for that (that we know of).