INCONCEIVABLE

#Heaven INCONCEIVABLE!

(just musing and meandering mentally ...)

"What's it going to be like?!"

Anticipation of the vacation adventure?!

Grill aroma fired appetite?!

A Bride and Groom driving away with rice in their hair and dreams in their hearts!

John 14:1-3 ESV

[1]  “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. [2] In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? [3] And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. 

Ephesians 3:14-21 ESV

[14] For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, [15] from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, [16] that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, [17] so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, [18] may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, [19] and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. [20]  Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, [21] to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

1 Corinthians 2:9 ESV

[9] But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—

https://bible.com/bible/59/jhn.14.1-3.ESV

https://bible.com/bible/59/1co.2.9.ESV

https://bible.com/bible/59/eph.3.14-21.ESV

Dear Father, fan into flame this heavenly hope in the heart of this old man! In the name of Jesus! Amen and Amen!

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CORN MAZE

Silas leaned against the rusted bed of his pickup truck, a rare smile tugging at his weathered face. Before him stretched eighty acres of perfect, top-tier Dent corn. The stalks stood nine feet tall, deep green and robust, with ears swelling fat under golden-brown silk. It was a beautiful, high-yielding crop, just weeks away from harvest. This was the payoff for months of grueling, dawn-to-dusk labor. 

Then, a sudden, violent rustling shattered the morning quiet. 

Down by row twelve, a massive, neon-pink banner erupted above the tassels. It read, in chaotic, glittery hand-lettering: BARNYARD BONANZA & MAZE EXTRAVAGANZA! 

Silas froze. His smile vanished. 

Out from the dense stalks popped two men. They looked like they had gotten lost on the way to a children's birthday party. One was wearing a neon-yellow safety vest over a tie-dye shirt, holding a massive megaphone. The other, clad in bright red overalls and a backward baseball cap, was dragging a giant, motorized leaf blower while carrying a bundle of plastic pink flamingos under his arm. 

"No, no, Todd! Look at the blueprint!" the one in tie-dye shouted, waving a crumpled piece of paper. "The Petting Zoo Zone needs to go right through this high-yield section! We’ll just hack down these rows to make room for the inflatable bounce castle!" 

"Got it, Brody!" Todd yelled back, revving the leaf blower. He began aimlessly blasting air at the base of Silas’s prize-winning stalks, trying to clear a path. "And I'm planting the flamingos here to mark the 'Haunted Swamp' detour! Do you think we can fit a funnel cake stand by the tractor track?" 

Silas stood rooted to the spot, his jaw practically hitting the dirt. His brain struggled to process the sheer audacity of what he was witnessing. They weren't just trespassing; they were treating his livelihood like a blank canvas for a suburban carnival. They had machetes, brightly colored surveyor tape, and a complete, blissful ignorance of agriculture. 

"Hey!" Silas finally roared, his voice cutting through the roar of the leaf blower. He marched down the slope, his boots thudding heavily against the earth. "What in the blue hell do you think you're doing to my field?!" 

Brody turned, his face lighting up with unearned enthusiasm. He jogged toward Silas, holding out a hand to shake. "Ah, the local color! Fantastic! Sir, you are standing on the future site of the Tri-County Corn-val! We're bringing experiential agritourism to the masses!" 

Silas stared at the extended hand, then at the pink flamingo Todd was currently trying to ram into the hard-packed soil. "You're cutting down my cash crop for a... a bounce castle?" 

"An eco-friendly bounce castle," Brody corrected smoothly, totally missing the vein throbbing on Silas's forehead. "Think of the ticket sales!" 

What do you want? A crop or a carnival?!