Again very trite much like the rest of Christianity.  

It is true that I think of my parents everyday.

This poem though, much like most of Christianity's comforting dribble, does not withstand analysis.    

I wish Heaven had a phone....

If people were truly living in Heaven (like the song "Holes in the Floor of Heaven") God would not be so cruel as to not allow them to "phone".  Even in jail you get one phonecall so why do the inmates of Heaven not get one phonecall?  Or is it the inmates of earth that do not get one phonecall?

So God is not powerful enough to make a phone?   Isn't Alexader Bel uo there?    He could make a phone for God.   No texts either?  No e-mails...no computers in Heaven?    No internet?  Yet 70 some percent of people if they had to give up internet or sex on the radio chose to give up sex in a survey.  No internet in Heaven so heaven must not be paradise. 

Stuff like this just annoys me.  We are so used to this nonsense we do not ask obvious questions.  Heinlein's view of heaven and hell makes more sense all the time.

Just fyi, it's "drivel," not "dribble."

Actually, I had typed drivel and then changed it to dribble like on a babyy's chin.   It is a more visual word.

But are those pictures of HEaven really supported by Scripture?  Are they really traditional theology or are they pop theology, meant to comfort people but with little basis?

I'd say they are the latter.  I'd also say they, and most discussions of HEaven are based on an understanding that life is going to be exactly the same as what we know.

Arguably in fact the vision of resurrection life that Jesus and his contemporaries had was of a general resurrection at the end of time and that until then dead is dead is dead.  IT is argued that Paul and other early Christ-ians re-visioned that belief into the idea that Easter was the beginning of a general resurrection that was now an ongoing event rather than a one-time thing.  THat in turn meant that the coming of the Kingdom was an ongoing event and not a sudden thing.

Hi Serena:

I think we create our own hell, and heaven, here on earth.

Also, there is a possiblity that all memory is forever. In that case, the heaven or hell we create here on earth would be forever.

So we better think twice about what we create, eh?

I sent my mind to the invisible,

A lesson of the afterlife to tell,

And it came back telling me

That I myself am heaven and hell.

-Omar Khayyam

Is that to say "traditional theology" has more basis than "pop theology"?

How?  They're on remarkably equal footing.

To me, the poem is written from the earthly perspective - it is the person(s) left behind that miss their departed loved ones and wish for some kind (telephone, text, dream, voice, etc.) of contact with their loved ones - even just one last time so they could say all they need or want to say.

We don't know the needs or wants of those that we have lost . . . pehaps that is why there is no telephone or computer or pen and paper in heaven . . . because perhaps for those there the kind of contact we know of is not required of them.  Perhaps their contact or their knowledge of us is of a different kind that we cannot fathom or understand.

There are many times I wish I could sit down and have a chat with my parents who are both now gone . . . to tell them things I wish I would have when they were here, to say I'm sorry for things I did or did not do as their daughter, to ask them questions I did not think to ask when they were alive . . . but I can still hear the sound of their voices in my head as clearly and exactly as when they were alive.

Hi Serena:

That you miss your parents and grieve their loss is great. It means you had a good relationship with them.

It is not sad when we cry for the departed—it is sad when we don't!