
One of the boys asked whether there would be any pain at all in heaven: "Like, if we're playing paintball, wouldn't it hurt just a little. To be fun. Ya know?"
Well, okay. I conceded the possibility: not all pain is bad, so there can be pain in heaven. But our experience of it will not be like our experience of pain here.
Then I dropped the bombshell: "Maybe heaven will be so beautiful that it will hurt just a little."
Uh. Faces dead as doornails. "Huh?"
Now, it is a near and dear maxim to my heart that True Beauty pierces--it makes us hurt a little. Our being aches with the beauty of a moment or thing or person. It had not occurred to me that perhaps that was a post-14-years-old moment in my life.
Then.... LIFE in the classroom! The girls awoke, "Yeah, like a beautiful piece of music." "Or a beautiful day." "Like Christmas."
They got it. And the boys.... never did.
Is the pain of love a more feminine intuition? I have no doubt that one day those boys will experience what I was talking about. But the girls got it first.
Anecdotal evidence.
3 comments:
The love of pain and the pain of love... that anecdote captures the difference between boys and girls nicely.
haha! That's hilarious... I'll have to remember it.
As a father of four girls, I'm utterly amazed how differently their minds work. It's simply fascinating.
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