In part one of this series I suggested that religion is usually discussed in terms of whether or not it’s true and that instead we ought to try talking about how well it delivers the goods. As a start to that conversation I asked whether Christianity has an account of death that appropriately addresses our anxieties. I concluded that merely promising eternal life isn’t enough. A life that goes on forever isn’t necessarily a good thing, and in fact it’s really quite hard to imagine how it could be anything but miserable.
Heaven is supposed to be a state of bliss. We’re supposed to be totally and absolutely happy, full of a joy that consumes us entirely. If we’re that happy we’re not going to get tired of eternal life. Nor are we ever going to decide we want to throw in the towel and die for good this time, if only that were possible. If it were just ordinary happiness there’s nothing to say we couldn’t also be unhappy, since it’s quite possible to be unhappy and happy at the same time. Just because you’re glad to see a friend at a funeral doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten why you’re there. Bliss is the kind of thing that, if you have it, it dominates you. You can be a little bit happy, but not a little bit blissful. So heaven is a place, or a state of being, where you just can’t be unhappy. It’s not just unlikely or against the rules, it’s impossible. That’s a good thing, because if you’re going to be there forever you’d better never get tired of it.
But what does that mean? It’s one thing to say, oh yeah, in heaven you can’t possibly be unhappy. I can also talk about round squares but that doesn’t mean anyone’s going to understand me. If I were guaranteed bliss would I still be me? I can have bliss now in a way, just drug me into a stupor. If I were given the right drugs I’m sure I’d have no complaints. I may not live very long, but that wouldn’t be a problem if I were already dead. Is that what heaven is supposed to be: a drugged stupor that goes on forever, a high with no crash at the end?
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