On the way to wrestling practice one winter night, my son, age seven, pondered Heaven.
In the pitch dark of the way back seat of our 120,000-some-mile Honda Odyssey, he imagined how he might find all the answers to his many questions in God’s Kingdom.
“I bet there will be a huge wall with every question ever on it. Like little cards here and here and there. And I’ll just pick up each one, and the answer will be right there, and I’ll know everything I always wondered.”
What struck me about this youthful meditation on eternal life was not the questions he asked as examples (which focused on the many great fascinations of youth: ancient Egypt, the existence of aliens, et cetera). It was the format of their answers, which my son envisioned in his imagining of Paradise.
A wall. Of cards. Have you ever pictured such a thing behind the pearly gates?
I haven’t.
I absolutely have looked forward to learning the answers to all my deepest questions in Heaven. But I always thought I would simply ask God for them directly.
“Why,” for example, “did You decide to make babies less inclined to sleep, the more tired they are?”
I have always assumed those answers would simply be given to me. That God might offer a light chuckle or rumbling hmmmm and explain, in His own words, exactly why He has made what He has made.
My son’s image gave me pause at first. It seemed a little bit troubling to me, even slightly sad, that he doesn’t similarly imagine having comfortable and enlightening conversations directly with God in Heaven.
Why not? Do we not pray, as often as we should, in an informal and easy way, in order to model this for him? Are we focusing too heavily on catechesis, and not emphasizing enough the importance of also seeking to know and love and engage with the Lord as a beloved friend?
Perhaps, and I’ll keep these thoughts in my heart as we continue muddling through the profound task of raising faithful, joyful Catholic children in the 21st Century.
But as I have continued to sit with this image of Heaven, I have come to admire the deeper wisdom nestled in my young son.
In my version of events, I simply expect to petition God and receive exactly the type of answer I anticipate—and in a timely manner. Isn’t this pattern of thinking among the most common mistakes we humans make in this life? “Ask and it will be given to you,” Jesus tells us. But we know it’s not meant to be so simple. Our Father is not a vending machine; prayer does not mean He will hand out exactly the gifts we want, if only we ask for them just right.
Why should it be any different in Heaven?
We are promised few specifics about what sainthood is like. We know it will be full of joy, peace, and love. We know it will be timeless, full of all goodness and free from all evil. There will be bounty, and understanding, and unending worship.
None of this suggests that God will be at our beck and call, though of course He will be ever present. None guarantees, either, that sainthood will require no effort from us as we seek to befriend Him in His own house.
Maybe we will still discern, observe, learn, grow, and develop in Heaven. Maybe we, though blessed by God’s nearness and our perfect understanding of His will, can reach unimaginable heights of knowledge and capability—but still have to work for it. Maybe we will have to take many of our own steps toward that wall of questions, approaching it as one might enter a great library. We’ll have to reach up and choose which questions to explore. To read, and observe, and come to grasp their answers, using our God-given intellect. To take, with humility, delight in that unique, joyful sense of surprise that comes with learning, and truly understanding, something new.
Tradition tells us that the life we live here prepares us for the next. It helps us to learn and grow, to practice self-mastery, to seek God’s will, and to love one another. Why shouldn’t these be skills we retain in sainthood? Aren’t the world’s most beloved saints taking action in the world right at this very moment, understanding circumstances so very different from their own, interceding for us according to the will of God, entrusted with helping us feel His grace in profound ways?
Sainthood, I now feel, will not be an eternal life of leisure after a temporary life of strife. Instead, it will be a blossoming: an eternal life of action that always has meaning, where we can have perfect faith in the outcomes. And, perhaps, of learning, because suddenly we will be able to see the Truth of everything like never before.

