I’ll never forget my Sunday school teacher telling us we’ll spend all eternity worshiping God. The glee on her face wasn’t replicated by the room of 7-year-old kids who just wanted to play ball.
“You mean, like, singing?” I asked. “Yes!” she exclaimed with joy. “We’re going to praise God forever.” I nodded with compliance, but I couldn’t help but think that this sounded more like hell than heaven.
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