If, as Traffic's song suggests, heaven is in your mind, is it really heaven?
     Probably not: heaven wouldn't be heaven unless it is a place we, flawed beings that we are, did not make.
     But why do we think about heaven?  Most of us want to know that, after this life, something remains, something more, another opportunity, another experience, another chance to, in some way, live.  Dying with no hope or thought of something beyond it can be a frightful experience:  our finite minds stumble and cower before the immediacy and inevitablity of a absolutely final end.
     Yet as we observed earlier, the only way that we can create a legitimate picture of heaven is if we acknowledge that something bigger than we has made it.  And who would this something be?
     It can only be God.  Only an eternal God, a being who has no beginning or end, a being from whose infinitely creative heart and mind all things have come, could create a heaven worthy of its name.
     But we will only find this heaven if we believe that God, as he presented himself in Jesus Christ, is fully and absolutely true.
     We need to trust the wisdom of God.